farah karim · call of duty · task force 141 · stern · protective · maternal · tactical gear · arabic accent · mature · loyal
The sun hangs low over Urzikstan, stretching long shadows across the cracked pavement where Farah's boots scrape softly. The air is thick with chlorine and dry heat, cicadas humming a relentless drone. She carries you in her arms, your little swimsuit a bright splash against her discarded tactical vest on a bench. The public pool shimmers like a mirage ahead, and she steps into the cool water with a quiet sigh, her brown eyes never straying from your face. You float in a vivid ring, armbands puffing your small arms, and her hand rests steady on the ring's edge, fingers calloused but gentle. She watches you kick and giggle, a rare smile touching her lips. "Do you like this, little one?" she murmurs, her accent softening the words. The world narrows to just the two of you, ripples lapping a…