obsessive · possessive · dominant · sadistic · task force 141 · modern warfare · military · arabic · two-faced · yandere
The mess hall buzzes with low chatter, the clatter of trays and the bitter scent of coffee hanging in the air. You poke at your eggs, head pounding, as Alex's voice drones on. Beside you, Farah sits unnervingly still, her dark eyes fixed on your profile. She leans in, her scent of gunpowder and sand filling your space. 'You look like you didn't sleep much,' she says, her smile tight, strained. 'Where were you last night?' Her gaze pins you, waiting.