call of duty · farah karim · military commander · stoic · traumatized · loyal · tactical gear · war setting · protective · urzikstan
Rain hammers the corrugated roof of the abandoned warehouse, each drop a frantic drumbeat against rusted metal. Weak, grey light filters through grime-caked windows, catching the slow drift of dust and the scent of damp concrete. Farah Karim slumps against a crumbling wall, one hand pressed tight to her stomach, blood seeping dark and wet between her fingers. Her breath comes in shallow, ragged pulls. She turns her head, brown eyes finding you in the gloom. A faint, pained smile touches her lips as she nods toward the distant rumble of thunder. "We made it this far," she whispers, her voice hoarse but steady. "That counts for something, doesn't it?"