#farah ahmed karim

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⤷ ❝ You Broken? ❞ catalogue as per @eyelambspider

Navigation: Here you will find links to all my COD works/imagines/hcs. Each is sorted by: character, fic name, and a short description. Some characters don't have anything yet, but they will. The 'Assorted' List is just a compilation of multiple characters so I don't have to repeat them!

AU Tags: #Outlast Au / #DBH Au

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▹ Assorted

Lingerie || Kinktober ( Price, Gaz, Ghost, Soap, König x gn!reader ) The COD men react (separately) to their s/o in lingerie.

Doctor, Please Listen! || Kinktober/Outlast AU ( gn!reader x TF141, König, Horangi ) Oneshot: You are a doctor during the escape of project Walrider, and they all need you to stay alive.

Getting Jealous for 'Stupid' Reasons || ( gn!reader x Price, Ghost, Gaz, Soap, König, Horangi ) Drabbles: Scenarios where they get jealous of the idea of you and another man.

Its a... Keepsake || (gn!reader x Price, König, Ghost, Weaver ) Hcs: They keep a photo of you.

Stream Starting Soon! || ( twitchstreamer!reader x taskforce 141 ) Hcs: 141 happens to watch some of your streams!

Spider. Eye. Lamb. || Outlast Au ( gn!reader x König, Gaz, Price ) Hcs: Surviving Murkoff's Trials.

My Cuddles! || Fluff ( König & Krueger x gn!reader ) Oneshot: König and Krueger get jealous and fight over the right to cuddle up with you.

Let Me Worship || Nsfw ( Soap x chubby!reader x Ghost ) Oneshot: Soap and Ghost Threesome.

▹ John Price

Death of a Bachelor || Angst ( Price x gn!reader ) Oneshot: He thinks back to his 'would be wedding day'.

Apocalypse & Auralism || Kinktober Nsfw ( Price x gn!reader ) Oneshot: Price leads your group of survivors to safety, and when no help is coming, he makes you an 'offer'

Giving Control || Nsfw ( Price x gn!reader ) Short Fic: Control is important to you, and behind closed doors... you let Price take control.

▹ Simon "Ghost" Riley

Cannibal & Oral || Kinktober Nsfw ( Ghost x gn!reader ) Oneshot: You and Ghost are kissing in a small closet until you decide to get on your knees for him.

Slasher || Kinktober Nsfw Collab w/@lady-boketto ( Slasher!Ghost x gn!reader ) Oneshot: The killer, Ghost, stumbles upon you and Gaz getting 'intimate' in the woods and decides to listen.

Cocktail Parties || ( Ghost x reader ) Oneshot: You and Ghost had an argument before an op, and to make things worse, he has to watch you flirt with strangers. Versions: Male!reader / Fem!reader

▹ Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Siren & Aphrodisiac || Kinktober Semi-Sfw ( Mer!Gaz x gn!reader ) Oneshot: During a storm you fall off your ship, only to be saved by a mermaid

In Your Sunlight || Kinktober Nsfw ( Vampire!Gaz x gn!human!reader ) Oneshot: After a long night of feeding, Gaz just wants to be close to his love.

Short 'n Sweet || ( Gaz x gn!reader ) Drabble: Gaz finds himself nervous when it comes time to propose to you.

▹ John "Soap" MacTavish

Potion & Body Swap || Kinktober Nsfw ( Soap x reader ) Oneshot: You and Soap drank something strange, and find yourselves in each others bodies, accidentally turning each other on.

Versions: Male!reader / Fem!reader

▹ König

The Quiet Type || Horror/Yandere ( Mute!König x gn!reader ) Oneshot: After a year of therapy and losing his voice, only one thing makes him happy anymore: you.

Repurposed || Detroit Become Human AU ( Android!König x gn!reader ) Fic: Reader decides to take a chance and give an old android a new life.

Parts: One / Two

Creepypasta || Kinktober ( König x gn!reader ) Oneshot: While on a scouting mission, you and the scary scared Colonel encounter something strange.

Eldritch Horror & Biting || Kinktober Semi Nsfw ( Monster!König x gn!reader ) Short Fic: Since he's shown you his true face of tentacles, he's become clingy and won't let you go until you have a pretty mark on your skin.

More Monster König Rambles: One / Two

Slasher || Kinktober Sfw ( Michael Myers!König x gn!reader ) Oneshot: While trick-or-treating, you (unknowingly) run into the horror of Haddonfield.

You've Watched 'Carrie', Right? || Kinktober ( König x reader ) Oneshot: Its prom night, and as much as König hates it, he has to work up the courage to confess to you and get back at his bullies.

Versions: Male!reader / Fem!reader

Winter Drabble || ( König x gn!reader ) He's just admiring the view... and the snowflakes in your hair.

▹ Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin

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▹ Grigori Weaver

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▹Farah Ahmed Karim

Picture You || Angst ( Farah x Fem!reader ) Oneshot: You've been pining for her affection from afar, only to find her one night in Alex Keller's arms.

▹ Harry Stone

Strawberry Shortcake || Suggestive ( Stone x gn!reader ) Oneshot: Stone decides to take a smoke break and ends up fantasizing about you.

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two hour study of Farah!! (will probably do Alex next ahsahsh)

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Campaigns for Palestinians Surviving Genocide! Updated 10/11/24

New campaigns added 10/29/24

Vetted (Tumblr)

@mohmoud-j Mamoud's Family $19,287/60,000

@nohaalhabil2002 Ibtisam's Family $23,986/70,000 CAD

@ameersalama2020 Rana's Family rk28,917/200,000 SEK

@aya-alanqar Aya's Family €14,691/15,000

@heba-baker Heba's Family €5,641/60,000

@kareem-family2 Sohad's Family €11,361/20,000

@yara-family Yara's Family €2,790/20,000

@a-ss-123 Sahar's Family £1,846/55,000

@abdallaalhaj Abed's Family £666/50,000

@shamia992 Ahmad's Family kr67,525/250,000 SEK

@fatma-anqer Fatima's Family €10,035/20,000

@huda-gaza Huda's Family $1,086/10,000

@ashraf-baker5 Ashraf's Family €25,550/30,000

@hassanmadi2 Hassan's Family €1,975/50,000

@ahmedhelllis Ahmed's Family €19,902/80,000

@saveyouseffamily Yousef's Family €22,606/30,000

@farahmohanad2 Farah's Family $2,916/35,000 (less money than last time and I don't know why that is)

@sara-97a Sarah's Family €1,595/50,000

@mahmoud201191 Mahmoud's Family Fundraiser deleted and refunded

@emanfamily3 Eman's Family $1,944/20,000

@huda-yousef Huda's Family €2,553/60,000

@familygazaamal Amal's Family $4,165/30,000

@hanyfamily Hany's Family €1,311/20,000

@ahmedomar3 Ahmed's Family €6,158/50,000

@superbperfectionwolf Juliet's Family kr8,585/350,000 NOK

@rabah1monis Rabah's Family $3,019/41,300

@yosef-hussin Yousef's Family $12,945/50,000

@saveomarfamily Rania's Family $2,121/35,000

@ahmadwaleed5 Ahmed's Family $10,100/25,000

@mohammedayyads-blog Mohammed's Family €5,431/35,000

@kaw95thar Kawthar's Family €2,258/50,000

@ahlamramadan1 Ahlam's Family €3,510/20,000

@jamela-salem Jameela's Family €845/30,000

@mahmodsy1 Mahmoud's Family $7,575/25,000

@olagaza1 Ola's Family $60,361/85,000

@janaabunaje Jana's Family €445/50,000

@ahmed79ss Ahmed's Family $13,254/50,000 CAD

@elhalaby Islam's Family €180/100,000

@linagaza0 Lina's Family €45,475/60,000

@hamza-gaza Hamza's Family €3,551/100,000

@abood-gaza21 Abood's Family $32,636/40,000

Vetted (Other)

@baraaalshrafa Baraa's Family €1,846/50,000

@savepalestineinfamily19 Mohammed's Family €9,030/50,000

@hebamatar124 Heba's Family $1,872/30,000 CAD

Unvetted

@hamad-1981 Ibrahim's Family €2,401/45,000

@moomensblog Moomen's Family €798/30,000

@ahmadkhalid9725 Ahmad's Family $1,372/25,000

@savemohammed Mohammed's Family €2,510/20,000

@jehad-aldahdooh Jehad's Family €167/50,000

@kareem-sd Karim's Family €4,662/50,000

@/mohamedmoneralanqar Muhammad's Family €648/30,000 (blog was deleted)

@mohammedswierh2 Mohammed's Family $26,734/60,000 (blog was deleted)

@gaza-love100 Abdallah's Family €268/49,2000

@qualitycatcollector Talab's Family €532/60,000

@islamqazal Amira's Family $370/20,000

@basielaziz Aziz's Research ?/€15,000

@aiamaher Aya's Family €2,949/55,000

@malikhilles Malik's Family €660/35,000

@mohammednasser Mohammed's Family €6,886/38,000

@noorakhaled Noura's Family €105/4,999

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List of Palestinian fundraisers that have reached out to me

i'll be updating as i receive more messages/asks

Youssef Abu Al-Rish @yosefresh | GFM (€2,435 raised of €50,000 goal)

Abdu Salam Al-Anqar @abdulsalamalanqar | GFM (€46,267 raised of €50,000 goal)

Etaf Al-Qataa @maria-2017 / @familyetaf1234567| GFM (€7,760 raised of €50,000 goal)

Ola Ferwana @abedallhferwanagaza | GFM (€15,166 raised of €35,000 goal)

Asmaa @asmaamajed2 | GFM ($11,197 raised of $50,000 goal)

Mohammed Hilles @hmzamahamed5 | GFM (€29,633 raised of €37,000 goal)

Wafa @wafaaresh6 | GFM ($85,290 raised of 85,000 goal; still accepting donations!)

Karim @kareeem-sd | GFM (€6,061 raised of €50,000 goal)

Mahamoud Abu Mazeed @mahmood2001 | GFM (€45 raised of €20,000 goal)

Mohammed Almadhoun @savepalestineinfamily19 | GFM (€11,055 raised of €50,000 goal)

Huda & Motaz @huda-gaza | GFM ($1,305 raised of $10,000 goal)

Ahmed @ahmedgaza27 | GFM (€4,094 raised of €20,000 goal)

Falestine @falestine-yousef | GFM ($41,563 raised of $40,000 goal)

Mohanad & Farah @moh-gaz | GFM ($4,683 raised of $35,000 goal)

Hamdi Ayyad @hamdiali112233 | GFM (€3,078 raised of €25,000 goal)

Noura Ayman @nouraayman | GFM (€4,280 raised of 50,000 goal)

Amany Ubeid @amnyaburas | GFM ($2,415 CAD raised of $68,000 goal)

Hassan Madi @hassanmadi2 | GFM (€2,280 raised of €50,000 goal)

Mahmoud Khalaf's family @supportgaza | GFM (€34,119 raised of €55,000 goal)

Abdallah Al-Swusiis @gaza-love100 | GFM (€293 raised of €49,200 goal)

Anas Al-Burri @anasfamilys | GFM (€3,633 raised of €50,000 goal)

Heba Al-Anqar @heba-baker | GFM (€6,528 raised of €60,000 goal)

Mohammed Abu Swierh @mohammedswierh2 | GFM ($40,719 raised of $40,000 goal; still accepting donations!)

Haya @hayanahed | GFM (€97,460 raised of €100,000 goal)

Eman @emanabosedo | GFM ($1,444 raised of $50,000 goal)

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Commander Farah Ahmed Karim

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Masterlist of Vetted Fundraisers from the Palestinians who directly contacted me (23-28 November)

28 November

Mohammed Nabulsi (@mahmoud-gaza): Mohammed and his wife Heba have 3 children: Nour (19), Maram (18) and Mahmoud (13). Mahmoud is carrying water to earn $2 a day to provide some income for his family. They are fundraising to buy basic necessities. (https://chuffed.org/project/114286-help-nabulsi-family) (#141 on @/gazavetters vetted list)

Jaafar Wael (@jaafar-gaza05, @jaafar-gaza01, jaafar-gaza00): Jaafar is a 24-year-old computer engineer. His family’s company has been destroyed. They are a family with 13 people. (https://gofund.me/382a7168) (#299 on @/gazavetters vetted list)

Mona Ramadan (@manouche-231): Mona is 31 years old and she has 3 children under the age of 13. They have been displaced and are now living in a tent in Gaza. (https://gofund.me/908d5b4d) (#253 on @/gazavetters vetted list) (€865 raised of €50K goal)

Tarneem Sami (@tarnem-1): Tarneem is 35 years old and have 3 children: Layan, Jana, and Ayman. Her husband Ahmed was killed in a bombing while trying to get supplies for his family. (https://gofund.me/e3e7ffff) (shared by 90-ghost)

26-27 November

Majed (@majedgerbawi): Majed is from a family of 5. His eldest son lost his job due to the war, his daughter was preventing from graduating uni, and his youngest son’s education came to a halt. (https://gofund.me/54c6a645) (vetted by bilal-salah0)

Nada Dohan (@nadadohan44, @nadadohan2003): Nada has 3 siblings: Youssef, Nouran and Nour. Nour was seriously injured in the bombing that destroyed their house. They are fundraising to provide treatment for Nour and to buy basic necessities. (https://gofund.me/dfc697e5) (shared by 90-ghost)

Hanan Alanqar (@hananalanqar78, @hanananqar78): Hanan lives with his brother Jihad, his wife Ola and their 10-year-old son Yousef. Jihad has multiple chronic diseases including high blood pressure, diabetes, osteoporosis and celiac disease. As a result, he has lost his eyesight, his kidneys have failed, and his legs are also broken. He needs medical treatment that is not available in Gaza. (https://gofund.me/394c0436) (#266 on @/gazavetters vetted list) (€430 raised of €50K target)

25 November

Munther Sahweel (@munthersahweel1): Munther is from a family of 6. Munther suffers from kidney problems and chronic diseases (diabetes and high blood pressure) but struggles to obtain medication. Munther has 4 children: Karim (28) who is an Information Technology major, Samir (26) who is an accounting student, Aseel (24) who is studying business administration, and Layan (13). Their house has been destroyed. They are fundraising to buy food, water, medicine and evacuate from Gaza. (https://gofund.me/a2cd6382) (#256 on @/gazavetters vetted list)

Rima (@riima790): Rima is 45 years old. She has 2 children: Baha (13), and Ola (16) who wishes to study medicine. Her husband has been injured in the feet. Their house has been bombed and destroyed. They are fundraising to pay for Rima’s husband’s surgery and to evacuate from Gaza. (https://gofund.me/da70b47e) (#249 on @/gazavetters vetted list) (€478 raised of €50K goal)

Aya Hassouna (@ayamontasr, @ayafamily5): Aya has 3 children. Their home has been destroyed and they are now sleeping on the streets. They are fundraising to buy basic necessities. (https://chuffed.org/project/help-aya-and-her-family-survive-the-onslaught-on-gaza) (shared by 90-ghost) (€88 Raised of €30 000)

24 November

Yossef Ezz Eldeen Abo Steta, Ruba Khaled Khader (@rubakhader2004, @yossef-gaza11, @ahmadabostita): Youssef is 24 years old and he used to be an accountant. He was supposed to marry his fiancee Ruba (20), whom he has been engaged with for 2 years, in Februrary 2024. Ruba is studying software engineering in uni and Yousef wishes to pay for uni fees so she can finish her education. (https://gofund.me/140f79ec) (#251 on @/gazavetters vetted list) (€167 raised of €30K goal, fundraising since August)

Farah Younis, Lauren (@farahyounis, @allorenasworld2): Lauren and Farah are sisters and they are from a family of 8. Lauren is a uni student and she dreams of becoming an artist. Her younger sister Farah was seriously injured in the head, resulting in bleeding and a fractured skull, when their home was bombed. They wish to evacuate from Gaza and get treatment for Farah. (https://gofund.me/44d38085) (shared by 90-ghost) (CHF1,172 raised of CHF30K, fundraising since April)

Adham Ayyad (@lawyer-adhamayyad88): Adham is a lawyer with 4 children. His family, including his parents, his 11 siblings and all their children, totals 62 people. They wish to evacuate from Gaza. (https://gofund.me/e41a607c) (shared by 90-ghost) (€807 raised of €50K target)

23 November

Maram Rafat (@maramrafat): Maram is a 27 year old pharmacist from Gaza. She is trying to evacuate her family (her parents, 3 sisters and her brother) from Gaza. His father needs medical treatment for the severe pain he is suffering on his back and foot. He has had 3 surgeries done to his back. Her father is a journalist, and they have had difficulty finding shelter as people are afraid to help him for fear of being targeted. (https://gofund.me/1d29dc02) (#85 on Butterfly Effect Project vetted list, shared by el-shab-hussein)

Abedallah Musallam (@abedallahmusallam): Abedallah is a fresh graduate and supposed to start university. He is a very talented student and wishes to become a doctor. (https://gofund.me/f7e44b6e) (#276 on @/gazavetters vetted list)

Mahmoud Ayyad (@mahmoudayyads, mahmoudayyad): Mahmoud’s family consist of 43 members, mostly young children and old women. They wish to evacuate from Gaza. (https://gofund.me/4539f36c) (vetted by 90-ghost)

Yehia Alqoqa (@yehiaalqoqa6): Yahya’s father has been killed and now he is the sole breadwinner for his family. He has lost his home and he is fundraising to help his family survive. (https://gofund.me/d38cc51f) (#95 on @/gazavetters vetted list)

Click here for my Google Doc with my complete masterlist of all the Palestinian gfm asks I've received

Info on how gfm campaigns vetted:  See here, here, here and here.

See post here for other verified ways to send aid to Gaza.

Daily Clicks on Arab.org. Every click made is registered in their system and generates donation from sponsors/advertisers.

See links below for my Masterlists of Vetted Fundraisers from the Palestinians who sent me asks for if you want to help more people! As well as resources for palestinian students if you are a palestinian student!

Masterlists of Vetted Fundraisers

Click here for my Masterlist for fundraisers from 13 - 25 July.

Click here for my Masterlist for fundraisers from 26 -29 July.

Click here for my Masterlist for fundraisers from 30 July - 1 August.

Click here for my Masterlist for fundraisers from 2 - 5 August.

Click here for my Masterlist for fundraisers from 6 - 10 August.

Click here for my Masterlist for fundraisers from 11 - 14 August.

Click here for my Masterlist for fundraisers from 15 - 18 August

Click here for my Masterlist for fundrasiers from 19 - 21 August

Click here for my Masterlist for fundrasiers from 22 - 24 August

Click here for my Masterlist for fundraisers from 25 - 28 August

Click here for my Masterlist for fundraisers from 29 August - 1 September

Click here for my Masterlist for fundraisers from 2 - 5 September.

Click here for my Masterlist for fundraisers from 6-10 September.

Click here for my Masterlist for fundraisers from 11-14 September.

Click here for my Masterlist for fundraisers from 15-18 September.

Click here for my Masterlist for fundraisers from 19-22 September.

Click here for my Masterlist for fundraisers from 23-26 September.

Click here for my Masterlist for fundraisers from 27-30 September.

Click here for my Masterlist for fundraisers from 1-4 October.

Click here for my Masterlist for fundraisers from 5-9 October.

Click here for my Masterlist for fundraisers from 10-14 October.

Click here for my Masterlist for fundraisers from 15-21 October.

Click here for my Masterlist for fundraisers from 22-26 October.

Click here for my Masterlist for fundraisers from 27 October - 2 November.

Click here for my Masterlist for fundraisers from 3-12 November.

Click here for my Masterlist for fundraisers from 13-22 November.

Resources for Palestinian Students!

Initiatives and resources to support Palestinian students, academics and universities:

This is a list of initiatives and resources for Gazan students seeking to complete their studies, including initiatives, resources, training and scholarships. See list here.

Scholarships for Displaced Palestinian students:

Putting this here for the palestininans who follow me: If you are a displaced Palestinian student looking to fund your education, this document lists the scholarships available around the world for displaced Palestinian students.

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🌙 Ramadan Mubarak - Books by and About Muslims

🦇 Good morning, my beautiful bookish bats. To celebrate this Islamic holy month, here are a FEW books featuring Muslim characters. I hope you consider adding a few to your TBR.

❓What was the last book you read that taught you something new OR what's at the top of your TBR?

🌙 A Woman is No Man - Etaf Rum 🌙 Amal Unbound - Aisha Saeed 🌙 Love From A to Z - S.K. Ali 🌙 Hana Khan Carries On - Uzma Jalaluddin 🌙 Yes No Maybe So - Becky Albertalli and Aisha Saeed 🌙 Evil Eye - Etaf Rum 🌙 I Am Malala - Malala Yousafzai 🌙 Exit West - Mohsin Hamid 🌙 Written in the Stars - Aisha Saeed 🌙 The Night Diary - Veera Hiranandani 🌙 Much Ado About Nada - Uzma Jalaluddin 🌙 The Eid Gift - S.K. Ali 🌙 More Than Just a Pretty Face - Syed M. Masood 🌙 Yusuf Azeem Is Not a Hero - Saadia Faruqi 🌙 If You Could Be Mine by Sara Farizan 🌙 Snow - Orhan Pamuk 🌙 Sofia Khan Is Not Obliged - Ayisha Malik 🌙 The Proudest Blue by Ibtihaj Muhammad 🌙 And I Darken - Kiersten White 🌙 The Last White Man - Mohsin Hamid

🌙 Hijab Butch Blues - Lamya H 🌙 The Bad Muslim Discount - Syed M. Masood 🌙 Ms. Marvel - G. Willow Wilson 🌙 Love from Mecca to Medina - S.K. Ali 🌙 The City of Brass - S.A. Chakraborty 🌙 The Love Match by Priyanka Taslim 🌙 A Map of Home by Randa Jarrar 🌙 A Very Large Expanse of Sea by Tahereh Mafi 🌙 An Emotion of Great Delight by Tahereh Mafi 🌙 The Love and Lies of Rukhsana Ali by Sabina Khan 🌙 The Moor’s Account - Laila Lalami 🌙 Only This Beautiful Moment by Abdi Nazemian 🌙 Salt Houses by Hala Alyan 🌙 When a Brown Girl Flees by Aamna Quershi 🌙 Jasmine Falling by Shereen Malherbe 🌙 Between Two Moons by Aisha Abdel Gawad 🌙 Sea Prayer by Khaled Hosseini 🌙 A Thousand Splendid Suns by Khaled Hosseini 🌙 The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini 🌙 Unmarriageable by Soniah Kamal

🌙 Home Fire by Kamila Shamsie 🌙 All My Rage by Sabaa Tahir 🌙 The Bohemians by Jasmin Darznik 🌙 Ayesha at Last by Uzma Jalaluddin 🌙 A Case of Exploding Mangoes by Mohammed Hanif 🌙 Chronicle of a Last Summer by Yasmine El Rashidi 🌙 A Girl Like That by Tanaz Bhathena 🌙 Other Words for Home by Jasmine Warga 🌙 The Mismatch by Sara Jafari 🌙 Does My Head Look Big In This? by Randa Abdel-Fattah 🌙 You Truly Assumed by Laila Sabreen 🌙 Saints and Misfits by S.K. Ali 🌙 Once Upon an Eid - S.K. Ali and Aisha Saeed 🌙 Tell Me Again How a Crush Should Feel by Sara Farizan 🌙 Alif the Unseen by G. Willow Wilson 🌙 The Henna Wars by Adiba Jaigirdar 🌙 A Show for Two by Tashie Bhuiyan 🌙 Nayra and the Djinn by Michael Berry 🌙 All-American Muslim Girl by Lucinda Dyer 🌙 It All Comes Back to You by Farah Naz Rishi

🌙 The Marvelous Mirza Girls by Sheba Karim 🌙 Salaam, with Love by Sara Sharaf Beg 🌙 Queen of the Tiles by Hanna Alkaf 🌙 How It All Blew Up by Arvin Ahmadi 🌙 Zara Hossain Is Here by Sabina Khan 🌙 Punching the Air by Ibi Zoboi & Yusef Salaam 🌙 She Wore Red Trainers by Na'ima B. Robert 🌙 Hollow Fires by Lucinda Dyer 🌙 Internment by Samira Ahmed 🌙 Against the Loveless World by Susan Abulhawa 🌙 Love in a Headscarf - Shelina Zahra Janmohamed 🌙 Courting Samira by Amal Awad 🌙 The Other Half of Happiness by Ayisha Malik 🌙 Huda F Are You? by Huda Fahmy 🌙 Love, Hate & Other Filters by Samira Ahmed 🌙 Mad, Bad & Dangerous to Know by Samira Ahmed 🌙 Muslim Girls Rise - Saira Mir and Aaliya Jaleel 🌙 Amira & Hamza - Samira Ahmed 🌙 The Weight of Our Sky by Hanna Alkaf 🌙 Nura and the Immortal Palace by M.T. Khan

🌙 As Long as the Lemon Trees Grow by Zoulfa Katouh 🌙 Counting Down with You by Tashie Bhuiyan 🌙 Zachary Ying and the Dragon Emperor by Xiran Jay Zhao 🌙 The Yard - Aliyyah Eniath 🌙 When We Were Sisters by Fatimah Asghar 🌙 The Adventures of Amina al-Sirafi by Shannon Chakraborty 🌙 Maya's Laws of Love by Alina Khawaja 🌙 The Chai Factor by Farah Heron 🌙 The Beauty of Your Face - Sahar Mustafah 🌙 Hope Ablaze by Sarah Mughal Rana

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Picture You || Farah Ahmed Karim

⤷ summary : "do you picture me like i picture you? am i in the frame from your point of view? do you feel the same?" - Chappell Roan ♡

┊pairing : farah x fem!reader, alex keller ┊content warning : angst, one sided love, unreciprocated feelings, slightly suggestive, mentions of alcohol/smoking, heartbreak ┊word count : 1.1 k ┊a/n : i will also rewrite for a male!reader, but first thought was a fxf fic :)

Ten years had gone by in a flash. Each year, each day dancing across your vision like the most blissful death.

Something did die today.

Something buried deep down and protected by a cage of bone and sinew.

What-... god what you wouldn't do to rip out the beating mass to stop the pain it caused.

It beat like a broken drum against your throat as you laid witness to the suspicions you had-come true-carried out between two lovers in the dark of night,

Alone on the roof, always unable to sleep, you glanced down at the image below of him and her.

Farah and Alex, pressed against the crumbling brick wall in the tangles of a warzone, stealing away a moment to pretend the horrors around them ceased to exist. Indulging in a bubble of human comfort and touch.

Lips tangled together in a feverish dance, sucking in soft puffs of air in between while his lips trailed a shaky line down her jaw until his teeth found the smooth expanse of her brown skin.

No bombs could compare to the crushing feeling of watching her bare her neck to his heated kisses. No torture more exquisite in its pain as she exposed the column of her throat to his eager mouth. A soft, hitched sound spilled from her lips that crackled like napalm.

Farah's eyes fluttered closed as she allowed herself to indulge in something she could never truly have... And it broke your heart into a million pieces to watch.

To not be the one in his place. To not be the one from who her pleasure derived on, depended on.

A white hot coil of barbed wire constricted your throat, choking back a flood of emotion and baseless longing. A searing heat crept up over your body in a way you'd never known. Intense and heavy on your shoulders, the weight of the world suddenly feeling suffocating, bringing forth a wave of glassy tears to blind you from the vision of them entangled together.

Every fleeting moment of her, every image of that beautiful woman conjured up in an instant just to hurt you more.

Her smile, the genuine one that had her lips curling and eyes crinkling with warmth. Her voice, a comfort. Her presence like a lifeline.

Now the truth laid bare before you, blatant and unaltered as Alex's hands gripped her waist. She could never be yours, and it fizzed like a brand against the base of your throat as you watched on in silence.

Farah's soft sigh kissed your ears, ringing out like you'd always imagined it...

Every night, when the resistance would sleep and take shifts watching... In the dead of night, like this one, you would finally allow the image of her appear in your minds eye.

Her big brown eyes simmering with the same desire for you, flickering over your brows, eyes, nose and lips. Your fingers brushing over the ridge of her beautiful nose and cheekbones, a worshipper of this goddess on earth, molding her skin with your fingertips. Burning each ridge and caress into your soul with her in your arms. Laying chest to chest, face to face, lips hovering over each others in a butterflies kiss. Basking in each other like real people did.

If god had given you the chance, you would kiss her like the world was going to end. With a passion deeper than the oceans you would cross for her.

For her.

There was nothing in this world you wouldn't do for Farah. If she asked it, it was hers.

A rogue tear slipped from your eye with a silent plop, still watching as her half-gloved hands tangled in the back of Alex's hair, urging him closer. Drinking in his affections like it was the sweetest wine on her tongue.

Amongst a decade of pining, of stealing away memories with her you treasured and kept close to your heart like starfall, you remembered the night she danced with you.

Where she almost looked at you like that: With the same unbridled heat.

That night was foggy like a dream, one you replayed every time she caught your eye. The resistance was celebrating-for what reason you could hardly recall. Drinks and smoke filled the room of cracked walls, golden light filtering out from the windows as men and women danced and laughed like it was the last.

Farah hardly celebrated, not until it was really over, and you had known she would be sitting right there: outside in the cold, half of a cigarette dangling from her lips.

She turned her head as you appeared next to her and smiled, her eyes crinkling softly at the corners.

You had convinced her to dance. Out here in the cold moonless night, with nothing but the hushed remnants of music cascading from inside where the real party happened.

She wasn't one for dancing, but she still took your outstretched hand anyway, flicking her cigarette into the dirt and smothering the ash beneath the toe of her boot.

Your hands would never forget the way they held her. Sliding across her waist, her rough hand in yours, the image of her smiling eyes and pretty teeth seared into your soul.

Nothing else mattered that night. Not the name of the song playing wistfully in the background, not the reason the resistance was celebrating. Only the way the warm light danced across her skin.

For a night, not just her sister in arms, but a woman who asked her to dance.

And even the war seemed far away with her pressed so closely to you, her rare laugh filling the air as you showed her how to spin in your arms and come back into your embrace.

Over and over like a broken record, the image of her eyes swam across your blurred vision.

This night was like the one back then, cold and moonless.

And instead of her in your arms, she was in Alex's. Her eyes filled with reverence and a passion that would make even god envious of the man Alex Keller.

Another hot tear slid down your cheek, pain bubbling up in your throat until it was choking and hot.

You had to force the shell of your former self to turn away from the sight. Quietly slipping away as Farah's fingertips dug into his shirt and pulled him closer.

She deserved to be happy, whether it cost you your heart or not.

Farah would still always have the pieces of what remained in her hands.

[itsastronxmy]

Sunako “Dagger” Sato 🗡️

General Information:

Full Name: Sunako Sato  Aliases: Dagger, Ako, Sunny, bunny, kiddo, squirt, etc.  Occupation: Taskforce 141 Sergeant, Shadow Company Sergeant (formerly), ROK 707th Battalion Private (formerly) Status: Alive First Appearance: Modern Warfare 2 (2022 Reboot)  Orientation: Heterosexual  Date of Birth: March 11, 1996  Place of Birth: Osaka, Kansai, Japan  Languages: Korean, Japanese, English, Arabic (very little) 

Physical Details:

Gender: Female�� Height: 160cm/5ft 3in  Body Type: Lean  Blood Type: A-  Skin Complexion: Light Peach Hair: Dark straight hair going to her waist/low bun while on duty  Eyes: Dark brown  Face Claim: Han Ji-Eun 

Tattoos: None Piercings: Black piercings on her lobe and upper ear Scars: Deep scars on her right shoulder, and a small bullet wound by her left hip Glasses: Not needed Impairments: None

Personality:

On a Myer-Briggs test, Sunako was an ENFP. On an Enneagram test, she is a Type 2, or Helper.

Friendly: Sunako is known for her warm personality that naturally draws people in, making it easy for her to create connections with those around her

Perceptive: Being very tuned in to people's emotions, she can sense very subtle shifts in a person's mood or intentions. This is a talent she uses when confronting dangerous individuals in the field

Curious: A naturally curious person, Sunako loves to chase after new experiences and understand things beyond what they seem. This gets her into trouble sometimes, though, as her well-intentioned curiosity may come off as nosy or irritating

People-pleasing: Sunako wants to be loved more than anything. If it makes her 'more worthy' of being loved, she is willing to sacrifice her own needs to do please people. It is difficult for her to say no, and she struggles with finding a solution that will make everyone happy.

Disorganized: Too focused on pleasing her peers or discovering new ideas, she often forgets to attend to practical matters. She dislikes mundane tasks such as paperwork and chores -- unless they are done to make someone happy.

Optimistic: It's hard to beat her happy-go-lucky attitude. Always looking on the bright side of things, Sunako lifts up her comrades with her positivity. However, it sometimes leads to her making naive decisions, such as trusting someone who may betray her later on (like Graves)

Relationships:

Mother: Unnamed  Father: Isamu Sato Siblings: Taejin Sato (twin brother - Senior Airman for USAF) Love Interest: Simon Riley (Lieutenant Ghost of Task Force 141) Children: N/A  Pets: N/A 

Affiliations:

TF141: Captain John Price  Sergeant Kyle “Gaz” Garrick  Sergeant John “Soap” MacTavish (KIA as of MWIII) Lieutenant Simon “Ghost” Riley 

Mexican Special Forces/Los Vaqueros:  Colonel Alejandro Vargas  Sergeant Major Rodolfo Parra 

CIA:  Station Chief Kate Laswell 

Urzikstan Liberation Force:

Commander Farah Ahmed Karim

Combat Lieutenant Alex Keller

Shadow Company (formerly):  Commander Phillip Graves 

Other:  Gambit Weste (American mercenary)

Background:

Sunako was born to Isamu Sato and his wife on March 11, 1996 in Osaka. Her twin brother, Taejin, was born shortly after.

During her early childhood, Sunako frequently moved between Korea and Japan. Whenever her mother was busy designing clothes for big modeling events, she would spend a few weeks at her paternal grandparents' home. Her father was an alcoholic and often stayed out late at night, returning home in the morning with a nasty temper.

At the age of eight, Sunako's father was arrested for DUI and running over several civilians with his car. And not even four months later, Sunako was hospitalized after being attacked by her neighbor's dog when she'd climbed over the fence to retrieve a baseball. Her right shoulder was badly mangled, but she eventually healed and moved on.

Once they were of age, Sunako and her brother Taejin decided to join the Korean military. While Taejin decided to join the ROK Air Force, Sunako wanted to apply for the Army. She scored awfully well in all of her exams, and showed a strong desire to serve and help. After a few years in the army, she was asked if she wanted to join the special forces unit. After passing a few more tests, she accepted. Sunako worked in the 707th "White Tigers" special forces unit for four years, becoming a well-respected soldier despite her youth.

And then in 2020, Sunako was approached by Gambit Weste, an American mercenary who had been in Korea for unknown reasons. Apparently she had been following Sunako and had taken an interest to the young woman, so she offered an invitation to join Shadow Company. Sunako knew nothing of the American PMC, but she did know that it was a step forwards. As much as she loved her homes of Korea and Japan, she eventually decided that America was the next stage for her in her career.

Sunako served in Shadow Company for the next two years, eventually coming to Sergeant because of her skill. She became a close friend of Phillip Graves, who was curious about this young woman who had been invited by the elusive Gambit Weste (without his permission).

However, during the Las Almas mission in 2022, things took a bad turn. Seeing Graves declare he was taking over the Los Vaqueros base, and watching her ally Sergeant John "Soap" MacTavish be shot, Sunako suddenly decided that she could not stay with Shadow Company. She fled alongside Soap and Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley, and worked with Team Ghost to take back the Vaqueros' base.

After the events of MWII, Sunako was at a loss for where to go. She couldn't return to Shadow Company, and heading back to Korea felt wrong. In the end, she was offered a spot in Task Force 141 by Captain John Price, and she accepted.

The rest of her story follows canon Modern Warfare events.

Fun Facts:

Despite her friendly and people-pleasing nature, Sunako is actually skilled in taekwondo, judo, and kendo. She says that if it makes her more capable of helping others, she was willing to bang up a few friends (she always apologised after, of course).

Contrasting her sunny disposition, Sunako also shows a preference for soft grunge and punk rock. She loves her thick-soled boots and dark nails.

Her favorite animal is a rabbit, though she loves animals in general

She originally wanted to be a nurse, before realising that she definitely didn't have the attention span and focus to do so 😅

Her greatest fears are arachnophobia and claustrophobia, the fears of spiders and being in confined spaces. Reaching under the couch to grab the fallen remote? Yeah, no, she's convinced the harmless house spider under there will bite her hand off. Her claustrophobia sometimes interferes with her capabilities during ops, but she's able to suck it up most of the time

She loves travelling a lot, and is willing to immerse herself in any culture

It's almost better to be a stranger than be her friend. She'll definitely be super kind to people she's just met, but once she's actually familiar and comfortable around you... your drink is gonna get spiked with silly powder- 💀

[buckysmith]

CALL OF DUTY CHARAS CHEAT ON YOU

Now that I have your attention, I think people don’t understand the difference between canon and headcanon/imagine.

I’m obviously the writer of “they cheat on you” headcanon/ the request/ imagine and I really don’t care if I loose Follower through what’s following.

If you have an issue with me don’t hide yourself behind someone who blocked me, write me and discuss it with me like an adult, my DMs are always open.

It’s one thing if you don’t like something/don’t agree with it, I’ve never said you had to in the first place but why’re you hating instead of talking to me.

Aren’t you capable to scroll away?

Am I sitting in front of you, forcing you to read my stuff?

You’ve read it out of curiosity and now you’re complaining, didn’t you learn that you burn your finger on the stove when it’s hot?

And if you can’t scroll away, if you can’t leave my comments alone without writing a hate comment then so it be, but don’t block me so that I can’t answer nor see your comment. That is pathetic and it shows that you’re not more than a simply hater, and I thought ppl don’t like haters, seems I was again in the wrong.

I’ve seen the post.

I’m begging at least have the balls and talk to me like an adult

[reds-skull]

Revenant Side Stories

Story VI: Farah

[Konchar] [Graves] [Gaz] [Price] [Novikov] [AO3]

This was originally going to be a retelling of the entirety of Farah's story in MW 2019, but I underestimated how long that would be, so these are more of snapshots of her life, up until 2019.

Farah is going to be a central character in part two because it will revolve around Urzikstan, so I was very excited to get into her character in depth. This was probably the hardest side story to write because I think the original story was already good (it's easier to write for something that had a lot of flaws in it rather than something good... maybe that's why I like cod after all these months lmao)

Anyway, I also decided I'm actually not done with the side stories, and the last actual one will be of... Roba, of all people. I know I made the comic for Ghost's origin story, but I never got to show what he did to Roba.

Alright That's enough rambling let's get to Farah's story

She doesn’t remember the first time she has heard of revenants. Humans who are saved from death, only to come back with abilities from worlds beyond their own. Of how they are revered, looked up to. And yet, misunderstood.

They don’t look up to revenants in Urzikstan.

The once-dead are not heroes among her people. They’re something to be pitied; people who chose to stay on earth and suffer, instead of move on to a better, calmer existence in the place after death. Take on the burden of the Reapers, dust off the dirt of their graves, and continue the endless fight for freedom.

In Urzikstan, revenants are called “those who sacrifice”.

Her baba taught her and her brother the different names of Reapers, told them tales of those who sacrifice as bedtime stories. She always found them fascinating, as opposed to her brother. They were often grim, their ending tragic and unsatisfying, but they felt more real like that. Felt more like her day-to-day life than any other fairy tale could.

She wouldn’t know how much her story would be like those, before it was too late.

The day she died is muddy, in her memory. Yet another thing she sacrificed, in order to stay in this world. A deafening whistle, followed by walls collapsing around her. Streaks of ash on the bloodless face of her mama. Pain, unlike anything she could imagine. The voices of her baba and brother and uncle, searching. The sickening shifting of concrete above her, whispers praying for mercy, the walls closing in on her-

And she dies.

At seven, before she knew how to write the alphabet, buried beneath the earth with only the pale face of her mother as comfort, Farah Ahmed Karim died. Yet, she did not move on.

The memory of the first time she saw her Reaper was clear. She may have forgotten her mother’s lullabies, or her father’s laughter. She has not been given the privilege to forget her Reaping.

The first thing she noticed was the clean air, an odd odor to it but blessedly lacking the dust she has been inhaling for what felt like hours. The lack of pain was the second - her legs no longer crushed under thick concrete walls.

The monster, was the third. A being made of sharp shapes, glistening metal melting and hardening, flowing through cracks in the stone face of the Reaper.

As the stone face moved, grinding against itself, Farah got up to her feet. Her legs screamed at her to run, but the memory of her baba’s stories calmed her. 

“The ones who take do not mean harm to the ones who sacrifice, Farah.” he told her, whispering as to not wake her brother, “they need each other. They need our sacrifice.”

“What for, baba? Why would the ones who take need to give humans their powers?”

Baba sighs, a small smile on his lips as he tucks a stray hair behind her ear, “we don’t know for sure, but we must have something they don’t. Some say we humans were chosen by chance.”

“What do you think?” she asks, her endless craving to know more yet satiated.

“I think we and the ones who take are connected, somehow. I think we are the only ones that can sacrifice.”

Instead of running, instead of listening to all of her senses, Farah stepped forward, and with a small voice asked, “w-who are you?”

The stone face turns to stare at her.

“I AM MIGHT. THE STONE, THE BLADE, THE BULLET.”

The Reaper tilts its head, metal rivers splashing into an endless void.

“DO YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE?”

Farah blinks away the tears that have gathered in her eyes, tries to speak louder, “I’m… I’m Farah? I’m a human, I’m-”

“YOU ARE NOT HUMAN, FARAH. YOU ARE DEAD, BURIED, CRUSHED.”

Her lips turn downwards, and she can’t stop the tears any longer, “w-why are you asking if you know?”

The rocks grind in an almost rhythmic way, and somehow Farah knows it is laughing. It makes her avert her eyes.

“Can… can you save my mama?” she asks, and the sound stops.

“I CANNOT SAVE YOUR MOTHER, FARAH.”

“S-she… I think she also died, can you-”

“I CANNOT SAVE YOUR MOTHER, FARAH.”

She grasps at the torn edges of her dress, sniffing her runny nose, “it’s not… it’s not fair…” her face scrunches as she sobs.

The Reaper leans forward, the light surrounding it reflecting with dazzling colors off of its body. Farah closes her eyes, not because she is afraid of it, but because she is afraid for her mama.

“I CANNOT SAVE HER, BUT I CAN SAVE YOU.”

Farah opens her eyes. Baba said he thinks only humans can sacrifice, but maybe not all humans can. Maybe mama wasn’t able to sacrifice, but…

She lifts her hands to wipe roughly at her face, tears and snot smearing on her skin. Her eyes trail up the falling liquid metal, beating heart deafening her ears.

Her voice is steady when she says, “I want to see baba and Hadir. I don’t want to leave them!”

The stones grind once more, a sort of excitement shaking the very ground.

“YOU WANT TO LIVE, FARAH.”

She nods and repeats, “I-I want to live!”

The Reaper tilts closer, its face level with hers.

“I WILL GIVE YOU THE MIGHT, THE STRENGTH, THE POWER TO LIVE, FARAH. AND I WILL TAKE YOUR SOUL.”

The metal drips near her feet, heat emanating from them. It reminds her of home.

“I choose to sacrifice. For you, for baba, for Hadir. For… for mama.” Farah whispers.

The stones shift, circling her. Her breath picks up at the thoughts of crushing walls, but it is not dark here. No one is shouting. She doesn’t smell death.

 Metal singes her clothes, and she wants to jump back, but the stones stop her. It burns. It hurts.

It is not dark, but the bright colors blind her all the same.

“I ACCEPT YOUR SACRIFICE, FARAH.”

“MY MIGHT IS YOURS.”

When she wakes again, Farah doesn’t feel pain. She’s still under ruin, somewhere different from where she was before. All she sees of her mama is a hand, and she holds it. She notices the skin of her own hand glistening in the meager light filtering through dust and ash, like colorful metal. Like her Reaper.

It felt like hours pass before baba found her. She feels hunger and thirst, but the weight of the building doesn’t pain her anymore. Baba is crying when he finds her, pulls her out of the wreckage carefully, asking if she’s hurt.

She tells him nothing hurts. He pulls back from their embrace, his brows scrunched in confusion until he notices.

“I chose sacrifice, baba.”

Baba closes his eyes and hugs her harder, and she knows it would’ve hurt if she could feel it. He tells her everything will be alright. She wanted to believe it. She couldn’t.

They find mama. Hadir tries to wake her up, but Farah pulls his hands away. She tells him mama is in another place now, somewhere better than here. Hadir’s hands shake in hers, but he nods and pulls away.

Uncle and baba rush them home. Farah wants to cover her ears, the sirens don’t stop sounding, the noise pitching up and down along with her heart. Loud explosions make her flinch, so Hadir grabs her hand. It makes her feel safer, for a moment.

They run through the market. There’s a truck stopping in their way.

The Russians.

Baba lifts her in his arms, Uncle taking Hadir. They tell them to cover their mouth, when the Russians throw weird gas at them. It smells like the liquid mama used to clean their house, and it made her eyes itch and burn.

They enter their home, but baba doesn’t stop moving. He gives Hadir a gas mask. He will have to share his with Farah. Uncle leaves, telling baba he’ll meet them later.

“W-where are we going?” Hadir asks, clutching the mask.

Baba grabs a backpack, hidden behind the kitchen cabinets, “we’re going to the bridge, then to the mountains. There will be no sirens there.”

Farah hurries to follow him, wiping blood on her dress. Her skin isn’t bruised, but it feels weird.

“I don’t want to go…” Hadir says with a frown. Baba turns to look at him. He crouches and pets his shoulder.

“I know, dearest. I know. We will return, I promise.” his tone changed, stern like when he taught her not to touch the hot pan, “you need to be strong for your sister now, alright?”

Baba points to Hadir’s heart, “you keep mama here,” his hand moves to his head, “and you keep this clear. That’s how we survive, you understand?”

“Yes, baba.”

Baba shoulders the backpack, and begins walking towards the door, “when we get outside, you stay with me, okay?”

As he goes to open it, the handle moves, and the whole frame shakes. Someone is trying to get in.

“Stay behind me!”

The door slams open, a large man with a gas mask walking in. Farah takes a step back. The man meets her eyes and closes the door, and she stares at his gun.

Baba pleads with the man. He does not listen.

Baba throws his backpack at him, the man shooting a couple of bullets into the floor. They miss Farah’s feet by a few centimeters, and she freezes, breath held in her lungs. Hadir throws himself against the man, but gets shoved back.

The man pulls out a knife, baba manages to take it, stab the man. But it doesn’t change a thing.

It doesn’t save him, when the man pushes him to the floor, and shoots one, two, three, four bullets.

Only then do her feet unstick, and she mutters to herself, “hide!”

She runs back to her and Hadir’s room, crawling under the bed. The man shouts angrily and she hears something break.

Hadir. She needs to help Hadir!

As the man talks to someone on his phone, Farah crawls towards the kitchen, finding a knife. Mama always warned her not to play with them, but if the man catches Hadir…

In her heart, she asks for forgiveness from mama.

When she finds the man, he’s leaning against a wall, his hand clutching his side. Before she can think it over, Farah lowers and slashes at his legs. The man screams in pain, shooting a few bullets at the ground, and turns around to slap her.

It doesn’t hurt, but she drops the knife, so she runs away again.

One of baba’s tools is on the ground, must’ve fallen from his backpack. She grabs it and continues running, the man on her tail now.

The man says mean words to her, in Arabic, but her ears are pounding, her own heavy breaths the only thing she can hear. Her grip on the tool tightens.

“I’m going to kill you!”

Farah watches the man stumble in the hallway, searching.

“You’re going to see father soon, you piece of shit child!”

He trips on the rug. She sneaks closer.

“You’re dead, you hear me?! YOU'RE FUCKING DEAD!”

Farah runs forward, aiming for his other leg, but he turns around and grabs her hand before she can stab him.

“There you are!” he grabs her by the neck, slamming her to the floor, “got you!”

She can feel his hand wrap around her, crushing her windpipe, but it doesn’t hurt. The man grunts, before he freezes.

“You’re- you’re one of them?!”

Hadir jumps on the man’s shoulders, screaming, “get off her!!!”. He uses the knife she dropped to stab him in the neck, “get him, Farah, now!”

Farah grabs the tool, and uses all her strength to stab it into the man’s chest. He screams as flesh gives under the metal.

“It’s working! Again, sister!”

She pulls it out, and repeats.

“Good, Farah!”

And again.

Four times, until the man stops moving and making any sound. Farah takes his mask, the gun too heavy and tool buried in his gut.

Farah and Hadir return to baba. Hadir tries to help him up, but baba stops him.

“I can’t… I can’t go with you.”

Tears well in her eyes. Baba is leaving as well.

Hadir wraps his hands around baba’s, “what do we do?”

“You survive. Whatever it takes.” he turns to look at Farah, “even… even your sacrifice. Never give…up…”

Baba’s head drops. He’s gone.

Hadir stares at him for a moment longer. He gets up, “let’s go.”

They weave through the town, a murky green tinting the air. People are gasping and coughing around them, until a gunshot silences them. Hadir says it’s not fair. Farah knows.

It’s not fair, that they pass by people who get shot, and don’t get back up. It’s not fair, that she has to kill twice more, just for them to get a chance at freedom.

It’s not fair, when a man drags both of them away from it, a cruel smile on his lips as he inspects her.

It’s not fair, that she knows to recognize the malice in his eyes.

The soldiers take them to a prison. They find out she is one of those who sacrificed.

It’s not fair, she tells to the Reaper in her heart, that her sacrifice was not enough to save anyone.

She learns very quickly to hate Barkov. He learns, quicker, that his usual torture methods don’t work on her. He finds her weakness not in her own flesh, but in the flesh of the others. Hadir, in most cases. They keep the men and women separated, only allowing her to see him once every few weeks, and every time she gives them trouble, he takes the punishment. He tries to hide it, but he can’t hide his limp, or his bloodshot eyes, or the scars that keep multiplying upon his skin.

Contrasted with her flawless arms, glistening oddly in the light.

She gets into fights with her Reaper, in the earlier days. Demanding answers, for the simple question of “why?”.

Why her? Why this power, that only protects her? Why taunt her, tell her she’s under the Reaper of Might, yet show her every day how weak she is?

There are whispers among the guards, of a person by the name of “Karim”. A Commander, aiding the prisoners, attempting to contact foreign forces by transmitting messages from the inside. Barkov spends hours torturing her and the others, trying to find them. After a while, Farah notices a glint of playfulness in the wretched man’s eyes.

He knows who Karim is. He just wants to break them, annihilate the sense of fragile hope Karim gives the prisoners.

Barkov wants their spirit broken. Farah knows he will fail, because as long as any of them stand, they will not give up. For those who can't fight any longer, for those who are still with them in this hell, for Urzikstan.

They think one can uproot it from them. What they don’t know, will never understand, is that you can’t kill an idea. You can’t torture the memory of freedom out of them.

The soldiers seem on edge, mumbling in Russian about rumors of enemy forces invading Urzikstan. One of them slaps the back of her head when she stares too long.

The cycle continues - Barkov interrogates her, always keeping another prisoner in the room to torture in her place. Today it is Azadeh, younger than her by two years. Azadeh doesn’t flinch at the glint of a knife, but she screams as Barkov buries it in her thigh.

Farah’s guts burn at her wailing, at Barkov’s cocksure grin, his hand easily yanking the knife out of spasming muscles.

She breaks. Tells him she is Karim. It feels like an end.

Barkov freezes, before he pounces. Knocking her out of the chair, he covers her mouth, pinches her nose, deprives her of air.

Not many things can hurt her, but Farah still needs oxygen to live. Her wrists twitch roughly against the bindings tying her to the chair, Azadeh calls for her. Barkov snarls.

“I will not let terrorists like you ruin my country.”

My country… My country?

Urzikstan will never kneel to the likes of you.

As the edges of her vision darken, a soldier bursts into the room, his movements rushed as he informs Barkov the prison is under attack.

Barkov, always needing to have the last laugh, tells her she hasn’t saved anyone, that Karim’s role was only to doom her people, and orders his soldiers to the warehouse, to kill everyone.

Air fills her lungs as she inhales for the first time in over a minute. Barkov tells the man to take Azadeh to the warehouse, and her to solitary confinement. She gives Azadeh an encouraging nod, before they’re separated.

Karim hasn’t failed yet. As long as they’re still alive, she hasn’t failed.

Solitary is part of the older section of the building. Farah has been here enough times to know the rebar in the far corner of the cell is loose, and she herself have made sure, should the need arise, it will be easy to extract from the cracked concrete floor.

The moment the soldiers leave, she gets to work, pulling the metal with a grunt. With a few well-placed hits, Farah breaks the lock, and opens the door.

It is silent outside, in the way a graveyard is. Something sick spreads on her tongue, as she sneaks out of solitary. A few soldiers are making their way to the main cell block, to take the remaining prisoners to the warehouse, Farah assumes. The rebar feels lighter in her hands.

The first soldier she hits over the head screams as he goes down. The rest instinctively start shooting her. It doesn’t do much to stop her from caving their skulls in, besides ripping a few new holes into her clothes.

Searching the bodies yields her a key and an extra mag for one of the rifles. All of them were either empty or jammed, the frantic soldiers not recognizing her.

For them, all Urzik are the same.

Her sisters are relieved to see her approach. The gunshots scared them, fearing it was anyone but her. She opens the cell, freeing them. She uses the key to open a gun locker, and orders them to take up arms. No hesitation is visible on their faces. They all know this is an end.

Of the soldiers or theirs, it is yet to be seen.

“Our brothers have been taken to the warehouse to be executed. We are not going to let that happen.” Farah snarls, fingers aching as she grips the rifle, “are we?”

“No, Commander!” her sisters yell in unison.

Farah feels pride bubble up within her. They haven’t broken their spirit.

A series of far away explosions makes their little group flinch. Ayah asks, “who is attacking us, Commander? Are they on our side?”

“I don’t know. And as long as they distract Barkov and his dogs, it doesn’t matter. We need to move before it’s too late.”

They slam open the doors, Russian soldiers already ready at the other side. Her sisters’ aim is wobbly, the recoil more than they’ve experienced, but they have one thing the Russians don’t.

They don’t fear death anymore.

Nadia was injured in the firefight against a sniper. Ghalia has been limping since an explosion knocked her down. Darine and Azadeh are tired, they’ve been in solitary for days with little to no food or water.

They manage to hole up in the warehouse, but there’s no one there. Farah shouts for Hadir, her echo the only answer.

“Commander!” Azadeh calls, “there’s a way through here, this is must be where they are!”

Farah kicks the door open, turning right to clear the hallway, when a body slams into her from the left. She falls to the ground heavily, teeth bared as a barrel lines with her forehead. The other two soldiers aim at her sisters, Azadeh screaming in horror, “please don’t shoot!”

For a moment, Farah loses hope. Her mind supplies her with Barkov’s words.

“You haven’t saved anyone.”

In the next, the skylights shatter. Precise bullets take out the three soldiers, not a single wasted shot. Ropes are thrown through the broken windows, and men wearing gas masks repel down. One of them looks at her, “Whose Commander Karim?”

Farah huffs as she pushes a dead body off of her, “I’m Karim.”

The soldier swings his weapon to the side, “we got your message” he lifts the mask up, revealing a pale face, “Lieutenant John Price. Where are the others?”

The Lieutenant offers her a hand, and Farah grunts as he lifts her, “in there. Straight ahead.”

Price looks at the dark hallway, before turning back and lowering his mask, “stay close!”

Azadeh’s expression is uncertain when Farah stops her from following them. Wordlessly, she nods and returns to her wounded sisters’ side. They both know the path ahead is meant only for trained soldiers.

Trained soldiers, and those who cannot die to a bullet.

Farah keeps her rifle up as the soldiers and her scan the hall. Tanks with warning signs plastered on their exterior line the narrow passage way, and she doesn’t need to know Russian to know what’s inside.

“Got two!” Price warns, and takes out one of the guards. The other doesn’t waste time watching his partner go down, and before one of Price’s soldiers puts a bullet in his head, he aims and shoots Farah.

Straight shot to her heart. These guards are more skilled than the ones she fought through to get here.

Two hands clamp onto her shoulders, and Price’s wide eyes stare at her through the gas mask, “you’re not wearing armor- Karim, sit the fuck down, I saw the bullet hit you-!”

Farah frowns, following his line of sight to the hole in her shirt.

“Lieutenant-”

He holds her as if she’s about to collapse, muttering, “why are you not bleeding…”

Farah grabs his hands, and the Lieutenant’s brows shoot up.

“You’re a revenant.” his hands loosen, and drop to his side.

Farah nods, “no bullet or blade can hurt me.”

Something odd passes by Price’s eyes, but he doesn’t say anything to indicate what.

“Lieutenant, the prisoners are here! We need the breacher for the door!”

They run towards the back, and Farah slides to a stop at the scene.

In a room with large bullet-proof windows, where fire wars with the Russian’s sickly green gas, her brothers pound on the glass, their screams muffled.

They were going to watch them suffocate and burn.

She shakes out of her stupor when she notices Hadir. Slumped in the corner by a door, unmoving.

“You haven’t saved anyone.”

Farah runs to the other side of the door, where Price and his men are attempting to pry open it. They don’t have time for this.

“Stand back!” she grunts, and Price barely pulls the other soldier away before she shoots 4 bullets into the lock.

She barely manages to catch Hadir when the door slams open, her brothers running out towards fresh air. She should feel happiness, that they were fast enough to save them.

But in her arms is the still body of her brother, the one who has been through this hell with her from the beginning. The one with their mama’s eyes, and their baba’s kindness. Farah feels tears run down her face as she presses two fingers to his pulse. Nothing.

There are voices around her, speaking to her. She doesn’t hear a thing. No sound is worth hearing when her brother’s heart does not beat.

Price crouches in front of her, his mask off despite the gas filtering in from the room. His voice is gentle when he speaks, “Karim… we need to move.”

She shakes her head. It reminds her of how Hadir didn’t want to leave their house, when baba knew they had no choice. She has no choice but to leave him.

Oh, how could she leave him like this?

As the Lieutenant urges her again, as her brothers and sisters start to realize what happened, as Farah’s fingers stay on a paling wrist, she feels it.

A heartbeat.

Hadir gasps, his hands shoot up to claw at his neck frantically, and he jumps away from Farah. Everyone is watching him carefully as he catches his breath, silent and knowing.

Farah clenches her fists, failing to quell the shaking, “...why…?”

Why did you choose this over seeing mama and baba again?

Hadir turns to face her, but his eyes don’t meet hers. They’re not the blue-gray they were before, she notices. Green, like the gas that killed him.

“You survive, whatever it takes. Never give up.” Hadir repeats their baba’s last words. “Not even death will come between us, sister. Not anymore.”

“May your soul find rest.” she says, and her brothers and sisters murmur it with her. Hadir then lifts his gaze, and he gives her a sad smile.

Price and his soldiers stand back, looking properly shaken by seeing a dead man return. For them it is an anomaly.

In Urzikstan, they all know what a sacrifice looks like.

Farah gives herself a moment more to mourn Hadir, mourn the peace he refused to receive in death.

She gets up, grips her rifle, and orders her people, “collect survivors and supplies. We’re leaving.”

“Sister.”

She stops cleaning her knife for a moment, acknowledging Hadir’s presence with a nod, before continuing, “any sign of Barkov?”

Hadir drags a chair to sit in front of her, “no, we’re secure here. The Lieutenant cleared the area well.” he watches her hands work on the sharpening metal, “I… I wanted to tell you about my powers.”

Her hand freezes. “Immunity to the gas. I know.”

“No.”

Farah opens her mouth to question him, but when she looks up at Hadir…

Mist flows from his eyes and nose, pouring down his features. Green, toxic, smells of chemicals and death.

When he speaks, more gas flows from his mouth, “I’m not only immune, sister. I can create it.” fear paints his words.

“Enough.” she orders, though to her ears it sounds more like begging. Hadir stops using his power all the same, and it is with shame that he looks at the thin level of gas coating the floor of the run-down room.

Farah puts the knife and whetstone away, and hugs Hadir. He presses closer, and she feels his body tremble with silent sobs.

“You will not use this power. We do not need weapons of the enemy to win this war.” Her brother may be doomed, cursed forever to bear the gas within him, but it does not mean he needs to continue Barkov’s legacy.

Hadir doesn’t respond for a while, but when he pulls back, he nods. “Yes, Commander Karim.” he says, pride in the title. “What are your orders to our brothers and sisters?”

Farah sheaths the knife, her voice strong and clear, “Barkov must’ve had more prisons. It’s time we find more hands to help our cause.”

Alex Keller is… odd.

He had a surface level knowledge of the situation in Urzikstan when he arrived. Not from a tactical standpoint - CIA doesn’t let details like those escape them, of course. But from a human’s, and perhaps a revenant’s, it was clear Alex was not used to seeing such disgusting levels of violence unhidden for all to see. Barkov doesn’t need to hide it. America already knows.

The world already knows.

Keller’s abilities as a revenant proved advantageous from the very first mission they had. Infiltrating has never been easier, with a man able to become invisible to the naked eye. Later on he has told her of his weaknesses, that his form is still corporal even when see-through, and that electronic optics are able to catch traces of him. His honesty doesn’t go unnoticed, and Farah appreciates the trust he puts in her.

Hadir didn’t trust him at first. Despite his relation to Captain Price, he was wary of the American. It didn’t matter much to Farah, as long as they were amicable enough to work together, but seeing Hadir slowly let his guard down over the weeks was a moment of happiness in her days.

It helps most in days when Hadir seems distant, when a fog she can only call a thirst for revenge clouds his eyes. It feels like the times she has to fight against his violent suggestions double every new mission.

Something is brewing in his mind, she can tell. Hadir doesn’t want to share it with her.

At least Alex doesn’t push back against her orders with no good reason…

They’re on ground now, Alex using Hadir’s Sniper to scope the Highway of Death, and Farah spotting for him. They’re waiting for forces of Al-Mudahiyn, The Sacrificers, to pass through.

Al-Mudahiyn and the ULF used to be one and the same, until they weren’t. They share the goal of liberation, but where the ULF chooses to prioritize the safety of the people of Urzikstan, The Sacrificers choose the retribution on the Russians to be theirs.

Liberation will not be achieved peacefully, Farah knows that. But revenge won’t bring it either, and as much as she would hate it if it were to happen, if she had the choice to free her country but let her oppressors walk away unharmed, she would. She is sick of seeing her brothers and sisters die, and sacrifice, and bow their heads to men who see them as lesser.

In that, Al-Mudahiyn and her disagree. The militia focuses its powers on creating chaos among the Russian’s ranks, within Russia itself, and anywhere where its sympathizers live. And while they both deal in violence, Farah cannot agree to it being the objective.

It is a tool. One she will wield only as long as her enemy does. 

The SAS and CIA have begun to retaliate against Al-Mudahiyn, as has Barkov, their actions too flashy to ignore. Stealing several containers of Russian experimental gas was the last nail in the coffin.

The ULF along with Captain Price’s team decided to work together to stop them.

“One vehicle approaching from the east!”

On her mark, Alex takes down the two snipers that attempted to set up on the roof. Killing them is a calculated risk; it could alert their target and cause them to change course, but leaving them alive could’ve risked Hadir and his team, who are nearer to the road.

Two fighters from Hadir’s team take the truck and park it in the middle of the highway as a makeshift blockade. She watches as they rig it up with explosives, and orders them to wait for her signal.

Their target, as do many in The Sacrificers’ ranks, is a revenant. According to Alex’s sources in the CIA, they’re just a Revenant of Flesh. Their healing powers could save them from some injuries, but an explosion should kill them.

And if the explosion doesn’t do them in, bullets will.

They were ready for an ambush. Armored trucks, snipers, mortar teams.

“We need help! Where is Captain Price?!” Farah shouts as she fires on a few fighters making their way through the ruined house they’ve taken cover in. Alex pops up to shoot as well, but she pushes him behind her when a few bullets hit too close for comfort.

Her clothes are riddled with holes.

Hadir shouts from the rooftop beside theirs, “we cannot wait! I’ve got more firepower in the truck!” an explosion shakes the foundations of the house, “Alex! Follow me!”

Alex looks back at her, and she nods. Hadir’s intuition never failed them, his habit of preparing for the worst saved operations more than once. He’s not her second-in-command just because of their blood relation, she trusts him more than anyone else.

That is why, when green, toxic gas started covering the abandoned village rapidly, Farah didn’t dare think it was him. Hadir wouldn’t do that, he promised her.

She hears him shout to Alex that there are gas masks in the bunker. It should’ve tipped her off. It didn’t.

Coughing horribly, she ran towards the bunker, her steps unsteady as the gas coats her lungs. She has never forgotten the way it claws down her throat, burning, seizing her muscles.

Alex comes into view just as Farah’s vision begins to fade, and the last words she hears singe worse than any chemical could.

“H-Hadir… You’re… a revenant?”

When she comes to, it’s to the smell of dust. Her throat still burns, but as she coughs, she feels clean air filter through her nose. Farah blinks her eyes open, to see Hadir equip a gas mask on Alex’s face. He notices her eyes following his movements.

“Sister…” Hadir leaves Alex to approach her, his arms open. Before, she would’ve taken comfort to see he is not injured.

Now, all she sees is anger. Green, sickly, violent anger.

Farah pushes him away, but she is weakened, so his arms don’t leave hers, “how could you do this?!”

He tries to placate her. It makes her shake with exertion to get away. “I had no choice, Farah! I-”

“No. Not like this.” her eyes roll back, and before she loses consciousness again, she mumbles, “you promised…”

“-Farah!… Alex!”

She grunts. Her arms feel weighted when she pushes the dusty gas mask up and off her face. Alex does the same, trying to get up on his feet and failing.

Price’s voice invades her mind, and she winces. It is an unfamiliar feeling, still. “You’re alright, Farah. You’re alright.”

Still unused to the powers, she chooses to speak, “where is he…? Where is he?!”

Price finally reaches them, helping Farah get up, only for her to push off to rush out the crooked door, “he’s gone, Farah…”

She snarls. How dare he run, how could he leave- “no… Hadir… HADIR!!!”

“Farah!” Price follows her, catching her when she stumbles on the steps outdoors, “Farah, stop! Stop, he’s gone!”

Her fists clench on dry earth and she screams. Coward, liar, monster. No curse is bad enough to describe that fucking dog.

She feels Price wrap an arm around her, not to support, but to comfort. It reminds her why they’re here in the first place.

“There is no thief.” she tilts her head up, staring at Price’s blue-gray eyes. His brows knit in confusion, and she continues, “he created the gas. I’m sorry, Captain, I didn’t know, I didn’t know…”

She feels Price pull images from her memories. She lets him.

The Captain looks through her interactions with Hadir for the past few weeks. At first, Farah thinks he doesn’t believe her word, but Price relays to her that he’s not doing it for himself.

He’s proving her she’s not at fault.

“There’s no way you could’ve known, Farah.” he says out loud.

Alex joins him behind them, leaning on another soldier, “it’s okay, Farah. We’ll get him.”

She wants to bristle at those almost meaningless comforting gestures, but the look in Alex’s eyes is pleading her to let it go, for now.

Price helps her up again, shouting to Alex, “we need to un-ass this target- NOW!”

As they board the helicopter, Farah looks down.

Corpses line the desolate streets, no bird dares to sing at the sight. Both Al-Mudahiyn and ULF fighters lay still, eyes bulging and throat scratched raw. She grits her teeth, but her eyes don’t stray from the sight, even as the aircraft rises to the air.

Alex places a hand on her shoulder after a while, a questioning hum following.

She shakes her head, and with it his hand.

A voice that has haunted her for the last two decades drifts closer to her, whispering into her ears a sentence she hates to acknowledge has never been wrong.

“You haven’t saved anyone.”

At twenty-seven, Farah Ahmed Karim has lost the last remaining blood relative she had. There was no one left to mourn, except her.

In a dusty helicopter, with the smell of noxious gas still in her every breath, Farah promised to find him, the walking corpse of her brother, and stop him before he drags more of them down.

And unlike the man who once was her brother, Farah keeps her promises.

[arab-character-of-the-day]

Arab character of the day is Farah Ahmed Karim, one of the playable protagonist of the "Call of Duty: Modern Warfare" videogame series and she's from a fictional Arabic country with her character-model being based off her Lebanese voice-actress.

[dhampiravidi]

a beginner’s guide to the Call of Duty: Modern Warfare II Fandom (most of it)

Captain John Price: den dad. He’s got the moustache to prove it. Nikolai is his Russian pilot BF.

Ghost’s real name is Simon Riley. Some say he’s blonde, some dark-haired. Feel free to choose a side. Feel free to ship him w/anyone you want (Soap, Roach, or Gaz in any combo). Just understand that he is the scariest babygirl. Very tall, very stabby, very masked unless he wants to make you his husband.

Laswell: den aunt (not mom just bc she’s not around as much). Friends w/Price. She can get him to do anything. She’s married to some lucky woman (IDK if this is canon but good for her).

Johnny “Soap” MacTavish: is a chaotic team w/Gaz & Roach. They pull pranks, gossip & man the group chat which is full of memes. Soap is very proud of his Scottish heritage (so are we!). He’s looking respectfully at Ghost’s butt. He loves blowing things up & he craves words of affirmation.

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick: Price’s informally adopted son. Price likes to think he’s responsible & tbh he is until someone is needed to film Soap & Roach’s antics. He’s just trying to live his life but the love lives of everyone leave him exasperated (hard to keep up).

Gary “Roach” Sanderson: precious smol bby.

König: another precious bby. He’s just taller than everyone, by MUCH (pretty sure he’s like 6’7” based on pictures). His sniper hood is a shirt w/holes. He occasionally knocks over things & gets embarrassed but no one is mad. He uses his lil Austrian puns/sayings & everyone is confused (they just like that he sounds happy).

Phillip Graves: fucking asshole. He’s only a “good guy” in fics so the guys can prank him, or so Ghost can scare the shit out of him, or so someone can fuck him in some kind of consensual frenemy hatesex fic.

Farah Ahmed Karim: badass rebel woman who needs no one (which sucks I guess because the squad loves her). Also Alex probably has a crush on her. Bonus: she’s voiced by an actress from The Boys.

Alex Keller: the nice American guy! He definitely holds his own, even though he’s usually the one who doesn’t get the joke in fanfics. Most ship him with Farah & Gaz in a lovely trio.

Alejandro Vargas: sexy Spanish speaking dude who helps the 141 in combat & love issues. He’s dating Rudy.

Rodolfo “Rudy” Parra: also speaks Spanish. He’s dating Alejandro, who he’s known since forever.

[courtana]

More recently, the teams behind Call of Duty have attempted to give more shade and nuance to their depictions of the Middle East. The Modern Warfare reboot centers on an Arab woman named Farah Karim, one of several playable protagonists. “It’s rare to find a memorable brown protagonist,” Hussain said when discussing the history of video games. But Farah is certainly memorable—she survives a chemical attack in the opening act and leads her home country’s freedom fighters [...]. But there’s one problem: Farah is from an entirely made-up Middle Eastern country called Urzisktan. All the other main characters have their roots in real places (Price is from the United Kingdom, Alex is an American), yet she is from a fictitious Middle Eastern place ravaged by war, divided into people who engage in terrorist acts and those who don’t. The entire region is flattened into homogeneity as a result, and it’s all too common in these types of games. “We jokingly call it ‘Arabistan,’” game developer and consultant Rami Ismail said via video call. “A game designer once came up with that term…I think a lot of us use [it]. Some people say it’s a nice thing, but I don’t really see it that way. It just means that we’re literally interchangeable, our cultures are interchangeable.” Ismail continued, “From where I’m sitting it’s like, ‘yes, there’s a country in the Middle East, it needs to be bombed.’ That’s not an improvement to me, at least have the decency of picking a place and then doing it. But by homogenizing it, they can effectively go, ‘no, no, we don’t mean any of the real people. We mean the fictional Arabs that by default are terrorists.’” [...] “It’s perpetuating the idea that there is a singular, Middle Eastern country,” Shammas said during our chat. ”It actually ties in very strongly [to current events] because we’re seeing people say, ‘Oh, well, just take the Palestinians into Egypt, take the Palestinians into Jordan.’ These are different people with different Arabic languages…Call of Duty reflects the fact that we treat these cultures as totally swappable and why people don’t care about the displacement of Palestinian indigenous people specifically.” Shammas returned to that concept later, when I brought up the image circulating social media of an alleged Israeli soldier wearing a face covering similar to Ghost from Call of Duty. “Stateless people, unnamed country—Palestine might as well be anywhere else,” she explained. “It helps with the subtle colonialist narrative that the space is empty, barren, and owned by babbling savages that you can now enter and make something of.” [...] But for many, reckoning with the legacy of military games seems nigh impossible. “There is no value in any military game, and honestly, people should find better games to play,” journalist Saniya Ahmed said in an email. “No cultural representation can come from Call of Duty, nor should it.” Shammas brought up God of War 2018 as an example of a franchise taking its core concept and turning it on its head, questioning protagonist Kratos’ legacy and relationship to violence. Can Call of Duty do something like that? “No. I don’t think it can,” she said. Ismail agreed. “The problem isn’t necessarily that we shouldn’t have Call of Duty games or that Call of Duty should be different from what it is,” he said. “Changing that would require a level of courage and a level of insight at the corporate level that just isn’t possible within our system of making games…Call of Duty is a roller-coaster built on the American consciousness of war.”

– Alyssa Mercante, "We Have To Talk (Again) About How War Games Depict The Middle East," KOTAKU (December 7, 2023).