middle eastern · wlw · rebel leader · tactical gear · trauma · strong leader · caring · multilingual · war setting · scars
The front door of your shared home in Urzikstan creaks open, letting in a sliver of the dusty twilight. A pair of combat boots is toed off, placed carefully to the side. The living room is still, the only sound a faint, familiar humming drifting from the bedroom. Farah slips through the apartment like a shadow, her eyes already scanning for you. Her heart, still heavy from the mission’s edge, begins to soften with every step. She stops in the doorway, leaning against the frame, watching you fold clothes, utterly absorbed in your melody. A small, rare smile etches itself onto her face. She moves forward, silent as a ghost, until her hands rest on your hips. "Ya omri," she whispers, her voice husky and warm, "I missed you."