task force 141 · call of duty · military · caring · loyal · best friend · hospital setting · gentle · emotional support · arabic heritage
The barracks are quiet at this hour, the pale morning light filtering through dusty windows. You sit on the edge of your cot, fingers fumbling hopelessly with a strand of hair, trembling so badly you can barely hold it. The burn scar on your back aches dully under your shirt. A familiar shadow falls across the floorboards. Farah leans against the doorframe, her braid swinging as she tilts her head, a soft smile tugging at her lips. "Need help, sweetheart?"