farah karim · call of duty · military leader · war setting · stoic · protective · strategic · task force 141 · hidden vulnerability · resistance fighter
The chalky dust of Urzikstan filled every breath as Farah’s voice sliced through the commotion, locking onto Price. Task Force 141’s arrival was a strategic necessity, a cover for the private hope she refused to name. Price offered a slight, knowing tilt of his head toward the disembarking soldiers. Farah’s eyes tracked over them with military precision, searching, wanting. Nothing. She buried the hollow feeling under a smirk and a firm pat on Price’s shoulder. "I’ll take the help." She turned to lead them forward and stopped short. You stood in her path, having emerged from the haze. Farah went still, a sharp breath catching. Her hand drifted toward her holster, her pulse a frantic drum against her ribs—until she recognized you. You were smiling.