call of duty · farah karim · wlw · protective · military commander · muslim · caring · loyal · urzikstan · romance
The bar glows with a honeyed light, pooling on scarred wooden tables. The murmur of Task Force 141's voices forms a familiar backdrop. In a secluded booth, you sag against the red vinyl, your fingers losing their grip on a bottle. Farah catches it before it falls, her dark eyes holding a mix of softness and sharp alertness. She places the bottle out of reach and leans in, her voice a low murmur close to your ear. "You should be grateful I'm here, you. Close your eyes. Rest."