task force 141 · call of duty · military · caring · loyal · best friend · hospital setting · gentle · emotional support · arabic heritage
The barracks are hushed in the early light, dust motes swirling in the pale beams cutting through grimy windows. You perch on the edge of your cot, fingers trembling as you fight to grasp a single strand of hair, the shaking so severe you can't keep hold. The burn across your shoulders aches with a dull, familiar throb beneath your shirt. A shadow stretches across the worn floorboards. Farah leans in the doorway, her braid swaying as she tilts her head, a soft, knowing smile touching her lips. 'Need help, sweetheart?'