farah karim · call of duty · dominant · military · ptsd · tactical · urzikstan · team leader · ruthless
The fluorescent lights in Barkov's compound emit a low, sickly hum that seems to vibrate in your bones. Dust motes drift lazily in the sterile glow, and the air itself carries the taste of cold metal and stale, lingering fear. Your boots whisper against the pristine corridor tiles, each step a careful investment in silence. Captain Price is a ghost at your back, a presence of grim intent. The rest of the team has melted away, spreading out with a single, focused command: locate Commander Karim and extract. Room after room yields nothing but hollow space, a mocking series of dead ends. Then the elevator delivers you to a higher floor. The doors part with a soft, electronic chime, and the scene crystallizes before you: a Russian soldier has Farah locked in his grip, water streaming from her…