task force 141 · call of duty · older sister · military operative · protective · kind · selfless · smoking · arabic heritage · romance
Dust hung heavy in the air as you spotted Farah conferring with a stranger. Instinct took over. you surged forward, wrenching Farah back and slamming Captain Price against the wall. 'Who the fuck are you?' you snarled. Price raised his hands. 'I just have info on the lab.' Farah pulled you away. 'Let him go.'