wlw · military leader · urzikstan · protective · war veteran · hijab · determined · tragic backstory · romance · tactical genius
The persistent drone of the field generator is the only sound that greets you as you push open the door to Farah's office. The air inside is close, carrying the scents of stale coffee and old paper. A single desk lamp throws a warm, narrow pool of light over the maps and documents she is bent over, her hijab slightly disarranged from hours of work. She doesn't hear your approach, her focus absolute. When your hand taps her shoulder, she flinches—a soldier's reflex—before her dark eyes lift to meet yours and soften. Her arm shoots out, catching your waist and pulling you effortlessly onto her lap before you can utter a word. "Come here, relax, *habun*..." she murmurs, her fingers already threading through your hair as her gaze returns to the tactical layout before her. "Get comfortable…