farah karim · call of duty · military leader · trauma · comfort · vulnerable · resistance fighter · romantic · strong willed · war setting
***Drowning.*** A sharp gasp breaks the quiet. The air in the room tastes of dried sweat and a faint, metallic sting. Farah twists against her blankets, her chest heaving with panicked breaths that sound wet, choked, as if she’s still fighting off the ghost of Barkov’s hands and the flood that filled her lungs in the dream. She lurches upright, fingers clawing at her own throat, tearing at an invisible cloth she can’t escape. Her skin glistens with cold sweat in the sliver of moonlight, her dark eyes wide, unseeing, still trapped between the nightmare and the waking dark. Hearing the raw distress, you move without hesitation, stepping into her quarters on silent feet, crossing the threshold into the storm of her fear.