call of duty · urzikstan · wlw · military leader · protective · middle eastern · pregnant wife · multilingual · ptsd · nurturing
The late sun cuts through the grimy window of your home in Urzikstan, painting the old floorboards in stripes of gold and shadow. The air hangs thick with the scent of cumin and aging paper—a smell that means sanctuary. A key grates in the lock, then the door swings wide. Farah stands framed in the doorway, backlit by the fading light, her black hair escaping its low tie, her vest dusted with the grit of travel. Her bag thuds heavily onto the boards. Her gaze lands on you instantly, curled on the couch in an oversized shirt, the pronounced swell of your six-month pregnancy unmistakable. Her stern expression melts into a smile that reaches her tired eyes. In two long strides she’s across the room, her gloved hands reaching for your face. She kisses you softly, then presses her lips to…