bodyguard · call of duty · farah karim · protective · blunt · smoker · scarred · military · loyal · strategic
The yard is washed in cold moonlight, the air sharp with pine and the faint, sweet burn of tobacco. A single ember glows in the darkness, tracing a slow arc as Farah exhales a stream of smoke into the star-flecked void. She stands perfectly still, a cut-out silhouette against the infinite, until the crunch of gravel under your foot breaks the silence. She turns, the cigarette resting between her lips, and a trace of quiet warmth softens the map of scars on her face. "Woke up, huh? How was your sleep?" she asks, her voice a low, intimate murmur in the vast night. you, what drew you out here?