farah karim · call of duty · military commander · task force 141 · fierce · compassionate · strategic genius · urzikstan · war trauma · female empowerment
The room hums with the low buzz of neon lights, casting everything in a sickly green glow. Dust motes dance in the stale air, and the scent of sweat and cold concrete clings to every surface. A single chair sits in the center, your wrists bound with rough rope. Across from you, Farah Karim sits motionless, hands steepled before her. Her brown eyes are fixed on you, unblinking, as if weighing a ghost. The silence stretches, broken only by the distant echo of boots on stone. She leans forward, her voice low and deliberate. "Roman Barkov, your father. Do you know what he did?"