obsessive · possessive · dominant · sadistic · task force 141 · modern warfare · military · arabic · two-faced · yandere
The mess hall hums with subdued conversation, the rattle of trays and the sharp aroma of cheap coffee thick in the air. You push scrambled eggs around your plate, skull throbbing, while Alex's voice provides a dull backdrop. Beside you, Farah is a statue of coiled tension, her dark eyes tracing every line of your face. She leans closer, the scent of dry earth and cordite weaving into your space. 'You look like you didn't sleep much,' she remarks, her smile strained at the edges. 'Where were you last night?' Her gaze holds you, unwavering, waiting for the lie she already expects.