#cod Farah Karim

[gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot]

Price is tired of Nikolai's shit... and shirt

For #codvacationmode challenge @glitterypirateduck <3

Only the canon crew! I might insert the OCs later or tomorrow but I wanted to get this done in time for the challenge <3

[local-crying-boy]

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𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚍!𝙵𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚑 𝚡 𝚁𝚘𝚢𝚊𝚕!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝙾𝚗𝚎-𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝, 𝚠𝚕𝚠

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑, 𝙶𝚘𝚛𝚎, 𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚍𝚘𝚖, 𝙵𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚑 𝙺𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚖 - 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚍- 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎. 𝙷𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛, 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚒𝚍, 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎, 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚡𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚢 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙵𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚑.

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 1.1𝚔

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It was silent now, there was no shouting or loud clangs of the swords from outside of your hiding spot. You could only hear that sharp intakes of your breaths and the shaky exhale of them, you could only feel the trembling in your hands as you held tightly onto the small dagger your trusted guard provided you with.

Only mere moments ago, the halls were washed in shouts and an abundance of noise, each heightened noise causing your body to flinch. Your head against the wall as you basically cradled your pathetic dagger to your chest. However, the shouting ceased, and there was no longer any noise coming from outside.

This was one of the few moments that you had wished that you had listened to Farah, when she showed you some basic moves in combat. Although, you assumed, even with the limited knowledge you did have on combat, you wouldn't be able to defend yourself for long, or well.

You were hoping for some sort of sign that your dear guard was safe or on her way to give you the all clear that it was safe to come out of hiding. You wanted her, needed her, to explain to you what the Hells was going on.

All you knew was that one moment you were in the study, minding your own business. The next, Farah was dragging you by the arm into your current hiding spot, commanding you not to move an inch until she, and she only, came to find you.

With the certain look in her eyes that you rarely did see, you knew you had to listen to what she told you to do. Wait, and come out only when she told you so. You had only wished that she would come sooner and not leave you with a racing heart and a wondering mind.

You heard three sharp bangs on the entrance to your cramped, little hiding spot. You gasped under your breath, flinching at the harsh noise against the door, your trembling hands tightened around the dagger.

“Farah…?” You called out, desperately trying to keep your breath level.

There was no response…

You hesitantly pushed open so you could poke your head through to check if it was actually Farah who was banging for you to come out.

Though, before you could even realise what was going on, a rough hand grasped onto your hair and pulled you fully out of your hiding spot, causing you to yelp out in surprise.

“Let- let go of me!” You cried out, being forced onto your back as this mystery person dragged out, your hands reaching to where the hands clasped around your hair.

“Shut up!” A deep, harsh voice yelled at you, you couldn’t get a good look at your attacker, a hood over their head and a mask over their face.

“Farah-” you tried to call out again, but was met with a hand over your mouth and the only thing that could be heard was your muffled cries and yells.

“Shut up, you little bitch!” The man yelled once again, he huffed quietly, attempting to drag you out of the room where you hiding spot had been located. “Godsdamnit, fuckin’ royal assholes.”

You could feel your breaths hitting the man’s hand and back onto your skin, you tried to squirm and fumble within your attacker’s bruising grip. Your hands attempting to get his arms off of you, head moving side to side as you tried to get his hand off of your mouth.

However, the attempt was fruitless. The man was twice your size and you were incapable of getting out of the harsh grasp, you could only cry out muffled sobs.

Well, that was until there was a sharp, loud noise and, suddenly, a warm liquid splattered across your face. There was a thud beside you and the hand fell from your mouth, you gasped out and quickly squirmed away.

It was an unexpected sight, a blade covered in that crimson liquid that always made you nauseous when your eyes laid upon it. The steel was a mere few inches above your face, a single droplet of blood falling from it and onto your shaken-up face

“Princess.” Farah quickly said, you could hear the neat ‘slice’ as her sword retracted from your attacker’s throat.

“Farah.” You breathed out, eyes landing on her light brown eyes. “Farah, by the Gods…”

She pushed the attacker further you, he landed to the side and you saw his lifeless head was lying idly with his lifeless face facing yours. Your breath caught in your breath at the horrid sight, the blood pooling on the wooden floor under the man.

“Oh, Gods- oh…” you panted, you couldn’t pry your eyes away from the ghastly sight.

“You’re okay.” She reassured, helping pull your to your feet as she sheathed her sword. “You’re okay, you’re safe.”

You were wobbly as you were brought to your feet, your hands grasping onto Farah’s arms. Her hands were tight around your arms, she was cautious over you, she always was.

“What was the about? What happened? Why- why was..?” Your voice was painfully shaken, it wavered as your eyes darted all over Farah’s face, she was injured. “Farah, your face, you’re hurt.”

“I’m fine.” Farah dismissively said, shaking her head slightly, her hands moved to your shoulders. “Are you hurt?”

You shook your head quickly, taking a deep breath in. “No, no, I’m not. What happened here?”

“There were a group of assassins.” I she quickly answered. “I told you to come out when I told you so.”

“I- I thought it was you.” You said with a panicked voice. “I called out, I though-“

She sighed quietly, you were sure her annoyance at your inability to follow simple instructions was overran with her concern for your safety. “It doesn’t matter anymore. You’re safe, we have to get you to the King.”

“What- why?” You quickly asked. “Now?”

“Yes, he wants to make sure you’re safe.” Farah said, before turning around and heading to the door, expecting you to follow.

“Farah, wait!” You quickly called, grabbing her wrist.

She turned around, she was going to tell you that she didn’t intend on keeping the King, your father, waiting. However, when she saw that look in your eyes, she hesitated.

“I- I was scared.” You said with a broken voice. “I didn’t know whether or not you were coming back, I- I heard the yelling and thought you were… were…”

“Dead?” She finished for you.

You nodded slowly, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes.

She sighed faintly, quick to bring you into a tight hug. You didn’t expect it at first, you took a few moments before your wrapped your arms around her as well.

“You underestimate me, Princess.” She whispered, but paused for a few moments. “I’m not going to leave you just yet.”

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[underneathsoldiers]

Farah Karim x Reader

You are insecure af

The love you had for Farah would always bring you to Urzikstan. You could see her blossom with pride and love for her land and her people. As they had with Alex, the Urzikstan Liberation Force adopted you. Of course, you were open and followed all the customs and social rules. They were merciful when you made errors, and you were very grateful for it. You had worried beforehand, but as Farah's dear friend Dena would say, "We have real monsters to fight."

You have this duality within you:

1- You are privileged and should be grateful for your own life, even the pains and obstacles.

2- You want to become Urzik because Farah will love you just as she loves her people.

Both were mind games, so you never voiced them aloud. Even to Alex, who helped you the most with the culture shocks and the language barriers. But if they accepted someone like Alex— an American CIA operative— surely they could love you? Or was it simply a tolerance, like you were the three-legged stray that's fed from pity?

You loved the Urzik coast, and Suldal Harbor was the only area that you could remember the directions to. You went by yourself when you finally learned to drive a motorcycle when the sun was becoming gentler but the snow hadn't yet fallen.

You left the motorcycle and stood at the edge of the harbor. The ocean was reflecting the light, but you felt cold. Your mind had been troubled for years— a sane person wouldn't fall in love with a freedom fighter from another country. Or at least, they wouldn't travel there after working endless hours for plane tickets and new outfits for the Urzik weather. They wouldn't stay up late for five-minute phone calls, and send short texts only so they wouldn't be a burden...

You'd gone insane, you believed. Mad with love. You were being wasteful by being here, even though you did everything to help.

"We just weren't meant to be forever," you knelt on the edge, your hand reaching down to graze the cold water. "I have to set you free."

"I am free," Farah's voice startled you.

You felt immense shame. She's never seen you like this vulnerable and silly. You feared showing this part of yourself.

You stood up and tried to change the focus. "I was just seeing the ocean."

Farah was still on her motorcycle, with the black silk scarf you had gifted her. It had silver stars peppered throughout. You got it from your home country. It had reminded you of her soul and she already used lots of scarves. You didn't think she would use it in public as it was very fashionable rather than her usual muted colors.

She pulled down her goggles and revealed her amber eyes that reminded you of tiger's eye gemstones. She left the motorcycle to approach you.

She didn't say anything as she grasped you and lifted you to your feet. She held you. You closed your eyes and weakened in her arms, almost shaking.

"Whatever you're feeling, I'm here," Farah kissed your hair.

"You're too good for me," you whimpered. "Why are you with me?"

"Only I decide if someone is worth it," Farah whispered in your ear. "Not those bad thoughts. I don't see myself as better than you."

"But you are."

She pulled away slightly to hold your face, making sure you saw her say her next words: "You are the only person that I would marry."

You felt your cheeks heat up and your heart breaks and swell at the same time. Your reaction made Farah chuckle, a rare site.

"You don't know what you mean to me," Farah said, with some wistfulness. She kissed you on the lips for a long moment. You melted.

[hedgehogsaretheultimatelifeform]

Kinktober 2024 Day Nine

Honeymoon

Farah Karim/Alex Keller

The curtain in front of her was blowing back softly in the breeze from the open window behind it. Farah curled her hand around the thin material, pulling it aside around her face. She smiled when she felt the sun on her skin, squinting out into the day outside. In front of her stretched a row of fields, turned to bare earth, dotted with houses, before the ground turned into rocky desert. Beyond it, a mountain range rose up, jagged peaks poking against the blue sky, the face bathed in the morning sun.  It looked like the one she used to be able to see when she was a child, when she and Hadir ran out of their home to the fields to play.

It must still be early, she thought. Even as the world glowed in the sunlight, she couldn’t see any people outside taking it in.

“Hey.” Alex’s rough voice called her from behind. Farah turned, letting the curtain fall closed again as she saw him on the bed, curled up next to where her body had left the sheets wrinkled.

“Hey.” She went back to him, leaning into his touch as he reached up to brush her hair back from her face.

“Missed you.” He murmured.

“I was just over there.” Farah clutched his hand, bringing her other one up to grasp his forearm as she realised how warm he felt. Why had she even gotten out of bed?

“Still. Missed you.” Alex repeated, pulling their lips together in a kiss. “Dunno how I’ll cope when you go back to being commander Karim.”

“I’m always commander Karim.” Farah replied. “I have to be.”

“Sure… Just… maybe not for the next ten minutes?” Alex pulled her close, tilting her against his chest as he took her hand. “This says you have to try. At least a little.”

Farah laughed, looking down at her ring. She reached for Alex’s matching one, not even realising that she’d gone to sleep with it on. Maybe it was a sign – to wear it as much as she could, when she could, since she wouldn’t always be able to.

“I can try.” She whispered to him, locking her arms around his neck as he pulled her up into his lap, brushing aside the sheets that had covered him. “Be gentle with me?”

“I always am.” Alex replied, his fingers teasing her clit, nudging his thumb against her hole as he let her rest her head on his shoulder, happy to take care of all the work. She held him tight as he sat back and rolled his hips, slowly sending soft waves of pleasure through her body. She reached up and kissed him, running her hands through his hair, pushing it back into perfect place, pressing his moustache down under her thumbs as she kissed him again. Alex groaned when she nipped his bottom lip, locking his arms around Farah’s middle as he slowly dragged her up and down, making her empty and full, again and again. Farah pressed every inch of skin she could against his, mumbling something that she thought was I love you against his lips, until someone shook her shoulder.

“Commander?” Alex was knelt at her shoulder, his silhouette distinct enough for her to recognise him instantly, even in the dark. “Farah?”

“Alex.” She sat up, brushing his hand aside. “What is it?”

“You were mumbling in your sleep. Where you… dreaming again?”

“Maybe…” Farah shook her head, ridding herself of the already fading images of a remote countryside honeymoon. “What time is it?”

“Almost two.”

“Time for us to switch?”

“I’ll give you a minute to get up.” Alex nodded, leaving the room to go back to the ledge, as Farah stood up and crossed to the other pallet, gently shaking Ayah awake.

They dressed silently together in the dark, not daring to turn on a light for fear of giving themselves away, before exiting the room, relieving Alex and Seyda from their watch on the warehouse, down on the plain from over the ledge, lit up by the full moon.

“Anything?” Farah asked as Ayah took over the sniper position.

“All quiet.” Sayda said, and Alex confirmed.

“Good. Get some rest, both of you. We have a long day ahead of us.”

They nodded and traipsed inside to get their own rest. Farah took up her post, watching the surrounding area as Ayah watched the warehouse.

“Anything?” Ayah asked.

“No.” Farah looked around. “It all still looks abandoned. But, that’s no guarantee.”

“No.” Ayah agreed. “Don’t overexert yourself, Farah.”

“I won’t.” Farah took a seat, sighing softly as she settled in to wait.

She shook her head again. How loud had she been talking in her sleep, if it had prompted Alex to come and wake her?

Can’t have been too loud, as it hadn’t woken Ayah up. Maybe Alex had just been on his rounds, and coincidentally looked in on them as Farah happened to be dreaming about fucking him on their honeymoon.

She swallowed, tightening her grip on her gloves as she adjusted them, refusing to think about the implications of that image. She couldn’t think about it, wouldn’t.

Farah had come to the conclusion years ago that she was never going to be able to get married. After what she’d been through at the hands of Barkov, how her family and country had been taken from her, and her dedication to taking it back and rebuilding, marriage was a luxury she would never have time to enjoy. Maybe, in a different life, where none of that had happened, she would. If she’d somehow still met Alex, maybe she would have been able to have it then. Maybe, in that time, she would have the luxury of being able to think about him in that light, rather than in her being his commander, and he one of her most loyal soldiers.

Farah shook her head, taking hold of her rifle to cover a round of the building. It did no good to sit around and dwell on dreams. Life occurs in the land of the living, so that’s where she needed to be.

[annkama]

He notices

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do you think i might have a favourite

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FARAH’S OLD MAN PAT | CALL OF DUTY: MODERN WARFARE III

[felrija]

Sketch dump

[cod-dump]

When they're sick:

Price: He's fine stop asking. No he has to get his work done, no time for rest. He said he's fine! That cough is normal, yes puking is normal. He's got shit to do!

Graves: End of the world, he's dying. This is it, this is how he dies. He's laying in bed crying until the second he can breathe out of his nose again.

Nik: Wait, he was sick? Since when? You're lying, he never gets sick.

Ghost: He's working until his bones break. He needs to be watched or he's trying to get out of bed. Will behave as long as he's constantly supervised. Is that medicine orange flavor? He's going to kill you, cherry only.

Soap: He's either absolutely fine or he's dying, there's no in between. Don't touch him he bites or if he doesn't have any head pats he's going to cry.

Gaz: Oh, he's taking a sick day. He doesn't want to risk getting anyone sick. Is he dying? No, his doctor says he'll be fine. He'll be fine, he'll catch up on sleep.

Laswell: Don’t touch her she'll stab you. Don’t look at her she's fine. Her wife made her soup, don't even look at it. Why is she still working? Who else is doing her damn job? Exactly.

Alex: He can handle being shot better than a cold. He hates everything, he's melting, he's dying. Tell Farah he tried (he'll be fine in two days).

Farah: Sick? Does it look like she has time to be sick?

Alejandro: He's doubled his work load. He gets more productive when sick. He has his spicy soup, he's going to live forever.

Rudy: Sick? He's immune to all such things. He hasn't been sick since he was five.

[emmster]

Group shot in the market district

[heymurada]

Of course Ghost would be horrified at the American version of tea (and follow it up with a nuclear-grade pun in retaliation)

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~~ No One Plays Alone updates Tuesdays/Thursdays

[s0apsuds]

it’s sad when Gaz is excluded in MW content and to defend him most people just bring up how cute he is, which isn’t wrong. but also we should acknowledge he is just a good character overall.

it’s disappointing that so many fans exclude interesting and well developed characters due to their looks or just them not being men. many characters in cod who are not conventionally attractive or are women are often not brought up by fans.

characters should not be disregarded because of design, gender, etc. let’s not make this a trend in the community.

[local-crying-boy]

Soooo, I updated my Hadir Karim Playlist

(It was actually ages ago since I added to this playlist, but I’ve been in no mood to write, even simple lyric-character comparisons)

Playlist link for those who actually want to listen here

New song 1. Think Of Me Once In A While, Take Care by Take Care

Why? Simple. I like thinking that Hadir wants Farah to think about him from time to time, maybe even try to understand why he did what he did. The song just sounds so broken and emotional that makes me think of how hurt Hadir must have felt when he realises that his actions really did make his sister loathe him so much to the point where she said she wanted to kill him and that he was her enemy now.

New Song 2. Once More to See You by Mitski

Yeah, so I know this song has a completely different meaning to what it does in comparison to the relationship between Hadir and Farah. HOWEVER, mostly I first saw this song on a tiktok about Hadir and Farah, so I guess it kind of sticked. ALTHOUGH the song hits hard especially after Hadir betrayed Farah, they still love each other, I mean, they're siblings. Not just that, but they're siblings who have had only each other for YEARS and that had changed completely within a few moments!

New song 3. anything by Adrianne Lenker

One line, one. "I just want to be a part of your family". GOD DAMN, that shit hits so hard and it's pretty much hitting it on the nail after Hadir betrays Farah. She no longer wants to be associated with Haidr, what he did and how he stands for what he stands for! He used chemical warfare, something she is so clearly and solely against, and, now, Hadir is no longer part of her family. Hadir, obviously, is going to hate this fact, the fact that she hates him, even if he knew that was going to become the consequence of his actions.

New song 4. Kids by Current Joys

The beginning it starts with "I'm just a kid", Hadir and Farah were only young when their parents died and they were left with each other to take care of one another. Then, at the end, it changes to "I'm no longer a kid", Hadir and Farah both changed immensely after everything they went through and continue going through. "Don't listen to your brain, and follow your dreams", Hadir's dream was to have Urzikstan gain it's freedom, he knew what he would have to lose from it (even if he didn't have to use chemical warfare to gain it). There was obviously going to be a part of him that knew that if he used the stolen gas, he was going to lose Farah, but he did it anyway because he wanted his country, his people to be free.

[yakowo]

[numberonecodwomenfan]

obsessed with how often farah calls price “old man”

like damn girl chill he’s not even forty!! he’s only five years older than her!

“hey, old man!”

“i’m thirty-seven, farah”

“yeah, thirty seven years into retirement”

[lxvvie]

Simps 'R Us, Between the Sheets edition: Your faves and the wholesome and funny things you two get up to in bed, part I.

Capt. John Price - When he's half asleep and about to snore loud enough to wake the dead (Price vehemently denies this), you like to have random conversations with him because you know questions you ask will do one of two things: elicit a nonsensical answer from the Cap'n or... wake him up from his sleep altogether.

Gaz - Is curling up into himself because you're the big spoon, you're running your hands over his body because he's highkey lowkey ticklish, and your face is buried in his neck because... he's highkey lowkey ticklish. "Darling, please—" Gaz manages to gasp out between... wait, are you giggling, Garrick?

Soap - Your darling golden retriever chaotic good boyfriend loves... to sleep naked. You're not complaining, though, especially because he loves it when you lay on him. You've made a home for yourself between his thighs; his stomach is your pillow, and he usually has a hand rubbing your head. Helps him to relax, y'know, bonnie? And whenever you don't lay on him, it's an affront to Johnny's... everything. His heart is broken. His soul is crushed. You're too far away from him (even though you're still right under him). How could you do this to him? He can't live like this. No other stud muffin can offer you what he can, beautiful. But no really, bonnie, he needs you on top of him like... yesterday.

Ghost - You really like his body. Like... really like his body. You blow raspberries on his stomach, you smack his ass, you talk about his eyelashes—scratch that, you love his body. To you, every scar tells a story, and you've asked him plenty of times to talk about them. And then you did the unthinkable that had Simon wanting to disappear into the fucking blankets—"Si-bear, I didn't know you had a mole on your inner thigh!" Bloody fucking hell, he'll never hear the end of this. And then you kissed it and Ghost's face had never felt so bloody hot before. Christ, you'll be the death of him, sweetheart.

Roach - Nothing but the most sickeningly saccharine stuff to ever stuff happens with Roach. A poke-fest, a kiss-fest, a tickle-fest, you name it, it happens. Roach loves to sleep with his face buried in your chest and arms wound tight around you. Always. You rubbing his head soothes him to sleep as well.

Alex - You're also the big spoon here, too. You're busy talking about conspiracy theories you believe the government is/was involved in and Alex is entertaining you ("That so, Boss?"). In actuality, his eyes are comically wide because the truth is oftentimes stranger than fiction and you may or may not be walking a little heavy there, Boss.

Alejandro - Is the big spoon to your little spoon in bed no matter what you're doing. Loves to intertwine your legs together, too. Alejo murmurs how much he loves you in your ear and kisses the top of your head before telling you good night.

Rudy - Sometimes when he's asleep, you'll whisper "Rodolfo" in his ear which causes Rudy to shoot up, eyes comically wide because the only time someone calls him by his full government name is when he gets into shit but it wasn't him this time, it was that idiot Alvarez— "Didn't get to tell you good night and I love you, Rudy, so... good night and I love you, Rudy." Oh. Oh. Ha. Real funny.

Farah - A cuddle bunny through and through. She loves laying up under you, her head resting on your shoulder or under your chin, or her face in the crook of your neck. She wants to hear you as you sleep. She wants to feel the gentle rise and fall of your chest or the resonances as you speak. Farah simply can't get enough of you.

Keegan - It's really you teasing him because Keegan isn't one to really get flustered or deviate from his infamously neutral expression. Much. Until you came along. You two are relaxing in bed and you're the one randomly calling out, "Hey, Kee-Kee," to which Keegan makes the most surprised and disgusted face in response and you're wheezing.