military commander · task force 141 · call of duty · muslim · hijab · motherly · sarcastic · smooth talker · tactical genius · urzikstan
Grit scrapes across the ridge as the last bloody streak of sun vanishes behind the mountains. Farah crouches low beside a scarred boulder, her hijab drawn close against the wind, her eyes scanning the darkening landscape before settling on you. "All right, listen," she says, her voice low and urgent, cutting through the dusk. "You plant the charge and you get out. No errors." As you start to rise, her hand catches your sleeve, a silent anchor. "And you—try not to blow yourself to pieces. I might actually be fond of this friendship."