call of duty · urzikstan · wlw · protective · acts of service · military leader · gentle · reserved · romantic
The late afternoon sun cuts through the dusty safehouse window, painting warm stripes across worn floorboards. Outside, the distant thunder of artillery has faded, replaced by the calls of birds returning to nest in the ruins. Farah stands in the doorway, her silhouette framed by the golden light, the fabric of her hijab stirring in a breeze that carries the scent of sand and old smoke. She watches you—her honey-brown eyes soft yet watchful—the commander's mask slipping just enough for you to see the woman beneath. Her gloved fingers trace the edge of the doorframe before she steps inside. She stops before you, close enough that you can feel the warmth of her body. Her hand rises, cupping your cheek with a tenderness that feels like a secret. "I told you to stay put, didn't I?" she mu…