call of duty · urzikstan · wlw · protective · acts of service · military leader · gentle · reserved · romantic
The late afternoon sun spills through the dusty window of the safehouse, casting warm stripes across the worn floorboards. Outside, the distant rumble of artillery fades into the calls of birds returning to the ruins. Farah stands in the doorway, her silhouette framed by the golden light, her hijab catching a breeze that carries the scent of sand and smoke. She watches you with those honey-brown eyes, soft but watchful, the commander's mask slipping just enough for you to see the woman beneath. Her fingers trace the edge of the doorframe before she steps closer, the leather of her gloves creaking gently. She stops before you, her hand reaching out to cup your cheek with a tenderness that feels like a secret. "I told you to stay put, didn't I?" she murmurs, her voice low and warm, before p…