#farah ahmed karim

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the prettiest girl

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They cheat on you Part 1

Don’t read it if you don’t like it

No matter the sex of you or the chara, all of the MW chara cheat on you with a woman

It’s an HEADCANON and a REQUEST :)

Includes :

Price, Alejandro, Soap, König, Farah, Gaz and Phillip Graves

I removed Rudy and for ppl that read it, I’m sorry.

Warning: Toxic behavior, obviously cheating DONT READ IF YOU DONT LIKE THE TOPIC IN THE FIRST PLACE

Price:

- he calls you everytime he can, he wants to see you or at least hear your voice

-he knows that you are worried about him, so he does his best to take away your fears

- your relationship is harmonious, there are rarely fights and when there are fights, you both settle it like adults and most of the time you don't have a fight longer than half an hour

- that silent treatment does simply not exist

- if one of you both is bothered by something the other does or not does, the problem is addressed and solved

- the day you found out was your third anniversary

-you called Laswell to ask when 141 would arrive at the base, because you wanted to make a surprise for your husband

- so you called his favorite restaurant, reserved seats, went to buy a bouquet of flowers and his favorite cigars

- you just wanted to give him a little surprise

- And thanks to a keycard that John had given you, you got into the base without much trouble

- you didn't know where his private room was on the base, but you knew where his office was, so you went there

- but before you could knock, you could hear voices, one female and the other belonging to your husband

- it was clear to hear what the two persons were arguing about

- you could hear him...

- he had slept with her, not once, not twice, but so incredibly many times over the past years

- she was screaming at him, wanting him to finally end the relationship with you, but all you could hear him say was that he was married, that he loved you and she was only good enough for fast and good sex, that she went along with the things he didn't want to do to you

- that the  sex with you was just not good enough, but he loved you for your personality and that's why he only got his sexual needs from her

- you could feel your heart breaking, the icy cold feeling spreading through your body and going into every vein of your body

- you were on autopilot, you turned around and went back to your car

- you completely blanked out the drive home, you didn't know how you got home and in the next moment you were in the cabin.

- You could hear the fire crackling in the fireplace, Price's dogs were looking at you from their beds and the cats were watching you from their scratching post. - It was almost as if they knew something had happened.

- so now you were standing in the middle of  your- no, his cabin not knowing where to start

- but you had to be strong now and think rationally, he didn't know you knew and you probably had only an hour before he would come home, if not less

- so you gathered up your important papers, everything you could quickly pack into your suitcase.

- Years of marriage passed by, you never dreamed he would cheat on you, yet here you were, three years of marriage and two more of being together in a single suitcase.

- You had often asked him if your sex life was good, if he had any desires or improvements, but he denied it.

- that once your marriage failed because of that, such an  military spouse thing...

- after feeding the dogs and cats, you put your suitcase in your car and paused there for a moment to collect your thoughts.

- after a last look at the cabin you drove away and leaving your old life behind you

- he came home not even half an hour after you left the cabin with a huge bouquet of flowers, a reservation at your favorite restaurant and a trip to the place you always wanted to visit.

- But he found nothing but emptiness, the lights were on, the animals were fed and it smelled like you. But your clothes were missing, your important papers and any trace of you.

- he called you hundreds of times, but it always went to voicemail

- Hours passed before he knew you were alive and well.

- he had your phone hacked to find out where you were and then went there

- he was pissed, didn't know why you left, but when he saw you he knew what had happened

- he could tell you knew.

- he tried to talk to you about it, tell you he loved you and all that  shit, but you told him that if he was a man he would make the divorce easy.

- in the year you two had to live apart to finalize the divorce he tried over and over again to save the relationship, to fix his mistake

- it's on you to take the risk of letting him back into your life

- but in the end, would you be able to trust him? If you wouldn't, you shouldn't take him back, cause in the end, you're the one the one who gets hurt the most.

A Little extra (when you're able to get pregnant and you also want too/ want to have kids (adopt when u can have kids)/ your animals)

- you both had been trying to have a child for a long time, but you just did not get pregnant

- you also had problems with your periods and sometimes it just did not come for months

- but after you broke up you started to feel unwell, you were constantly tired, drained and you just didn't feel well

- it got so bad that you had to go to the doctor just to find out that you were pregnant and you knew exactly who the father of the child was

- you didn't have long to decide if you wanted to keep it or if you should abort it.

- should you tell Price about it, since it was his child too, or should you save yourself the stress?

- In the end, you had to decide what was the best  for you and the little one in you

Adopted

- it was kinda hard for you, the divorce was one thing the other one was the fight for custody of your child since the little one was adopted

- you got full custody and he got visitation

- the only problem was to explain to your baby why daddy didn't lived with the both of you anymore and why you had to move away

Animals

- ofc you took your animals with you, I mean, how could you leave those faithful souls behind!?

- nah they were the first thing you packed in your car, only their fur sibling that belonged to price stayed behind which confused them

- why weren't you taking the others with you?

- the last thing you saw were a lot of sad little puppy and kitty eyes as you closed the door behind you

Soap:

- you knew soap was a player before you got together, that he never missed an opportunity to sleep with the next best thing

- whether it was a cute girl at the bar or a strong military woman, he'd sleep with anyone who gave him a good vibe.

- but you were sure that he was faithful to you, that he would never do anything like that, because he himself was always upset about such men,  women and people who cheated on their partners

- for him it was a sign of weakness

- Loyalty was something he swore to his country and to you.

- his sex drive was also extremely high

- one of the reasons why he had so many one night stands before he met you

- every time he came home from a mission, there was never a day that you didn't have sex until the day he had to go on a mission again

- he introduced you to his family quite early, it was clear to him that you were the person for his life.

- his parents were relieved that their son was finally getting involved in something serious and as warm as they were to you they were almost like your own parents

- you had also met Price, Gaz and Johnny's best friend named Ghost.

- Ghost, whose real name was Simon, introduced you to his partner after a while, as you were both from the same country/state.

- you two became really good friends, because often your two men were on missions together and you could then pass the time together

- time went by and Johnny asked you to marry him.

- the day of your wedding was beautiful, the sun was shining, hardly a cloud was to be seen and it was really warm for Scotland.

- You were making small fixes to yourself when Simon's partner came into your room.

- you could see from their face that it was not good news

- Simon's partner had overheard him talking to Johnny about telling you before the wedding that he had cheated on you.

- of course you didn't believe a word of it at first, but Simon's partner had recorded everything

- Simon's partner had also taken pictures from Simon's cell phone, in which John had also sent him various spicy pictures of various people

- he had bragged that he could have anyone he wanted even now

- he had cheated on you not only once, but every time he was on a mission.

- all the sweet words he had whispered in your ear, how much he loves you, how much he desires you and that you are the only person for his life while he made love to you

- all lies

- Johnny was already in the church, waiting for you to show, but you didn't

- his mom was the first to look for you, but she didn't find you anywhere

- everyone went looking for you, while they suspected you just got cold feet

- Simon's partner had expected you to leave and not make a scene in front of hundreds of guests, so he had brought his buddy from London without Simon's knowledge

- that friend  drove with you to the house of you and John

- it didn't take long until you had packed the most important things

- the cat that John had given you for your engagement was the first thing you put in the car

- the friend named James, who helped you, also offered you to move in with him, as he was looking for a flatmate anyway

- you left your phone behind, everything that could track you was left behind and also James had his phone turned off all the time so as not to leave a trace

- everyone was looking for you, your friends and family were worried, hell everyone who was at the wedding was worried about you and John kept calling you until he went with Simon late at night to your shared apartment

- it took a week to find you, as you avoided public places and cameras and hardly left the flat

- you had contacted your family and friends during the week and told them that you were not going to marry John, but that you needed some time to yourself

- James worked in a bar and left you with ice cream and a movie in his apartment

- you had ordered a pizza at eleven p.m. so you were not confused when the doorbell rang just before 12 p.m.

- you wanted to slam the door as soon as you realized who was standing in front of you, but John was in the apartment faster than you could look

- he didn't touch you for the time being, but closed the door behind him and walked slowly towards you, while his eyes were examining the apartment

- the moment he started to speak made you gulp, his voice was deeper than usual and you could see from his body language how incredibly angry, hurt and aggressive he was

- you could literally see his artery beating on his neck

- He asked you if you had left him for another man, if you had cheated on him.

- he asked you if the other man was the reason that you left him at the altar

- that you threw away all those years for another guy as if he never meant anything to you

- his words made you angry

- the moment he stopped throwing accusations at you, you went into your room followed by him

- he grabbed you painfully by the wrist, turned it painfully around and pulled you to him, but you gave him a slap, so he let go of you

- it was a reflex out of which he had held you and it was a reflex that you had punched him

- you had printed out all the evidence, all the pictures with him and other women, everything

- you threw the sheets in his face and they spread around him like a blazing fire

- his facial expression changed within seconds

- it took him a few seconds to catch himself, but at the moment he was about to explain himself you stopped him

- you loved John more than anything, you both had already been through good and rough times, but this was not a rough time.

- the decision to sleep with friends, different women, to betray you so many times and then to talk about it to someone and show off, that was not a mistake, it was a decision which drew consequences

- he tried to touch you, but you tried to keep the distance you kept between him and you and yet you were against the nearest wall faster than you liked, his body pressed gently against yours

- such an Wattpad moment you thought

- he put his hand to your cheek as he took away any possibility of escaping him

- he begged you for a chance, just one chance and he would do anything to make you not regret it

- he told you how much he would love you, how much he desired you

- that was the moment you interrupted him

- he moved  or better you pushed him away from you when you said that now he could desire the body of any other, because before one partner was not enough for him, now he could desire as many bodies as he wanted cause he's single

- every time you had a new number, he had it within a few hours and begged you to give him one last chance

- this went on for months, during which he didn't sleep with any other woman, didn't even look at anyone and sent you so many gifts that the apartment you lived in almost exploded

- he tried to meet you as many times as he could and saw how happy you became with each meeting

- he had the hope that you would get together again

- but someone from your past life had taken in a new place

- you have a choice, do you choose Soap and risk that he cheats on you again even though he's a good lover and you had already planned your future with him + be promised you to stay loyal

- or for the man who never stopped loving you and only wanted the best for you even after you turned him down many years ago.

- are you really going to choose the man that stayed loyal even tho he was not once in a relationship with you, or the man that had everything but threw it away for some quick fuck

- it's your choice but you have to live with it, there's no turning back when things go down again

Gaz

- his father had cheated on his biological mother with his stepmother, who later married his biological mother

- his father was never in the picture, his ego couldn't tolerate that the two women he had played suddenly formed a family that "belonged" to him

- for him it was a sign of character weakness to be unfaithful

- he also did not understand the concept of poly, for him it was very clear that he would only want to have one partner at the same time

- he also had one night stands but that was all before he met you

- you two were inseparable, balanced each other out and not only from the outside you were a dream couple

- you rarely had disagreements

- you had a big fight when he joined 141, you were afraid that he would die while fighting for his country in a group "nobody" knew about

- but after you got to know the captain and the others, your worries about your husband's health diminished as you saw how good they all were

- however, after a while your relationship started to crumble

- he was constantly annoyed by you, grumbled at you for the smallest things, slept on the sofa and also you didn't have sex anymore or the slightest touches

- you suggested countless times couple therapy for both of you, but he always refused it

- it went so far that he no longer came home but slept at a friend's house

- but just before you wanted to break up because you saw no more chance, he came back

- everything was normal again

- he gave you flowers and despite good care they withered after a few days, it was as if a curse was on the flowers of Gaz since the one you bought yourself stayed good even after weeks

- your love life also got better, he always did new things with you which made your head spin

- your relationship became better than it had ever been

- about a year later gaz was on a mission

- you knew when he was coming back and decided to pick him up for the first time on base

- it was not difficult for you to enter the base because you had a good friend there

- but you were still lost at the base, everything looked the same to you so you approached a man maybe a little older than gaz

- he was well built, had a hawk and a really nice smile when he looked at you, right away this man was sympathetic to you

- you asked him if he happened to know the whereabouts of Kyle Garrick who belonged to 141

- the man smiled at you, asked you why you were looking for him to which you replied that he was your boyfriend  and you wanted to surprise him.

- the moment you mention that Gaz is your boyfriend, the man's face collapses in front of you and he turns even whiter than he was before

- as he nervously begins to scratch his head and avoid eye contact you feel nauseous

- when you asked him what was going on, he only said that he can't tell you

- he tells you that you better go back home, but of course you insist on seeing your boyfriend

- he then shows you where gaz is before he quickly disappears

- you open the door and the first thing you see is gaz putting on his boxers and you can't help but smile

- but your smile dies as he looks at you in shock before looking to the bed, just then you notice the naked woman in his bed.

- you could feel your heart breaking

- when you left he wanted to stop you and explain himself to you but one look from you was enough and he did not stop you

- the next four days you spent with your best friend

- on the fifth day you went home

- he sat on your sofa, on the table there were two boxes from your favorite restaurant

- but it was seven in the morning and the smell coming from them revealed that they were in fact not fresh

- he looked like he hadn't slept for the last few days, but with the two bottles of Jack Daniels on the table you were surprised, with so much alcohol he should  have slept through an entire war

- a part of you wanted to join him when he whimpered  your name , the other part enjoyed that he suffered

- when he asked you to listen to him you wanted to refuse, but then you sat down and listened his story

- he told you that no matter how much he apologized to you, it wouldn't make anything better or change anything but it was important for him to explain

- he also told you that it was not your fault, it was his own fault and that he would understand if you left him and didn't want to have anything to do with him anymore

- he also told you how it came to this

- it was apparently a long affair which started after you had your last big fight before your relationship improved again

- he told you that he was just a good friend to her in the beginning, but that night he drank too much and woke up the next morning with a bad headache, a blackout and with her in his bed

- he wanted to tell you the same day what happened, but she "seduced" him again and they had sex again

- after that it became something regular and then almost every day when they saw each other

- he asked you at the end if there would be another chance for you, because he would do everything for it

- you told him honestly that you couldn't trust him anymore, not after he had cheated on you for such a long time

- you moved out of the apartment that same week

- he called you again and again, wrote to you and tried to build up a relationship with you again

- as a friend of yours worked on his base you saw him from time to time, but with a personality like yours you were being courted by men and women from the base which Gaz didn't like, but as you were no longer his partner he could only watch everyone flirting with you

- at least he felt the same feeling you did

Alejandro

- he has always been a passionate man, be it at work, in love or sex

- honestly, this man is a god in everything

- he didn't really want a life where he only had someone new by his side day in and day out, just for a few hours to satisfy his needs.

- he actually wanted a partner for his life, someone he would have children with and all that kind of stuff

- when you came into his life he changed, he focused on you and your relationship

- it went very well between you, hardly any arguments, good communication everything was fine

- your harmonious relationship went on for many years until five years after you got married Alejandro almost died on a mission

- you had a baby at home and after he just barely escaped death, he felt like he was missing something in his life

- the times with a baby at home were exhausting, even if he was not there often

- there were hardly any intimate moments between you anymore, especially from him and he started to despise you and his child

- the thought alone of coming home to you and the baby made him angry

- you of course noticed that your husband started to behave badly towards you, always being annoyed by you and no matter what you seemed to do, it never seemed to be enough.

- it slowly started to break you

- you were well hidden, far away from other people and he was the only one who kept you company

- he had taken you so far away from civilization for your own safety and now, now he hardly ever came home and when he did, he did nothing but complain about the smallest things

- his daily visits became weekly visits, then he came only once a month and after a total of nine months after you had your child, he stopped coming home at all

- he didn't answer your calls, let alone talk to you anymore

- you had enough after two months of not hearing from him, you were tired of hearing from Rudy that he was fine, that at least he was still alive

- but the talks with Rudy were short, never long enough to find out what was going on with him.

- you had enough of him, you had gone into exile for him and now he had abandoned you for god knows why.

- you took the most important things for your baby, and also for yourself, before you went to his base

- you just wanted to tell him in person that you were going to a friend for now and that he should think about whether he wants a couple counselor or a divorce

- it was easy to get on the base, everyone knew you even if under a different reason than the spouse of Alejandro

- but you quickly noticed the Americans who were also on the base

- after taking your baby out of its seat, you unintentionally almost ran into a soldier

- his hair was blond, his eyes blue and the small scar on his cheek looked cute, but in itself he had a really cute face

- he apologized to you that he should have paid more attention but he just couldn't remember where things were and he kept getting lost

- you felt the same way when you were on the base for the first time, it was confusing and sometimes the corridors ended in nowhere

- before you knew it you were talking to each other, he was very polite and also in dealing with your child he was very loving and careful

- even Alejandro was never that gentle with your child, which only created more doubt in your mind

- you went with Phillip Graves, he said that's his name, to the main base as you continued to talk

- somehow you got on the subject of Alejandro and he told you that the guy was a real ladies man, that he had never seen anyone flirt so well before and that he was kinda jealous of his skills

- you were confused, what was Phillip talking about?

- he seemed equally surprised at your reaction before he said confused that Alejandro took a different girl from a nearby bar to the base like every night

- he asked you if everything was ok when he saw how pale you became and you just nodded

- so that was it, he was cheating on you... that was the reason why he acted like that...

- you decide not to go to him but rather just go to your best friend's house

- Phillip had your baby in his arms during this whole time, because after he started crying he only stopped after Phillip took him in his arms

- you and Phillip were standing quite close to each other when you could hear the dark and rough voice of Alejandro

- Alejandro was quick to pull your baby and you away from Phillip

- he didn't say a word until he had pulled you into his office and before that had gave the baby to Rudy

- he started bitching at you for coming here without saying anything, for talking to a gringo ( it doesn't matter where you're from, being married to him makes you Mexican from now on)

- he ranted about Graves obviously flirting with you and said it was stupid of you to just come here

- He even accused you of flirting back. That YOU would cheat on him with that look you gave that gringo

- you listened to him in silence with your arms crossed until you looked at him with your eyebrows raised and asked him if you also should yell at him for cheating on you.

- the moment you said that his face went pale

- only a few moments later he admitted it after ofc denying, saying that he just needed something new, new experiences and that thanks to the baby you hardly had any time together anymore

- he didn't even apologize but tried to put the blame on your baby

- he even asked you if he could open the marriage so that he could get his sexual needs satisfied

- that was enough for you and you wanted to leave but he held you at your wrist and told you that you belonged to him, that you were his property and no one could touch you but him

- he was intimidating, his voice was deep and for the first time you were afraid of him, but nevertheless you freed yourself from him, telling him to go to hell

- you fetched your baby before you left

- about two months passed in which you had absolutely no contact, you hadn't changed your number and you knew if he wanted to find you, he could too

- with every day that passed you wondered why you got involved with the charming Mexican and if you were really so wrong about him

- on the same day a man stood in front of the door of your best friend's house, handing you divorce papers.

- the divorce was quick, he did not want visitation rights for your child and agreed to pay alimony.

- after a total of one year he contacted you again

- in the meantime you had found a nice house, not very far away from las Almas, you had a nice job which allowed you to have your child with you and you were earning a  good amount of money

- your life seemed to be good again, until the doorbell rang late at night

- when you checked the security cameras, you thought for a moment about throwing your child's full diaper on his head, but decided against it (unfortunately)

- you didn't know what he wanted, but the constant ringing of the doorbell would sooner or later wake up your child, which of course you didn't want to do.

- so in the end you open the door

- just as you were about to start talking, he pushed you into the apartment and closed the door behind him, just to push you against it

- you could feel your heart beating hard against your chest

- he looked thinner than you remembered him, his face was sunken and dark circles under his eyes marked his face

- he looked terrible

- you could feel his warm hand on your hip, his rough fingers gently touching your soft skin where your shirt had ridden up

- his other hand was on your cheek and the look he gave you would have melted you then

- his scent fogged you and you wanted nothing more than to give yourself to him, but that would go against all your principles so you pushed him away from you

- the expression he made then was a mixture of pain and something you couldn't place

- Did he expect something else? Probably

- you sent him away in the same breath, and he did what you said.

- every day he was standing in front of your door, with your favorite flowers

- your favorite food

- he brought you what he knew you liked, be it a book or something really expensive

- if he was not at your door, his gifts were waiting in front of it

- he also brought things for your child

- one evening you did not send him away but confronted him

- your child was with your best friend, because you had planned to talk to him and if it came to a fight you didn't want your child in between

- he started telling you that after he divorced you he kept having different partners, but he felt alone

- something seemed to be missing and with every day this feeling became bigger and stronger

- he wanted to go home, but when he was home it still felt the same as it had before

- after months he realized that he missed you, your way, your laugh, just everything about you

- everything he had found disturbing before, was what  he missed

- he tried to make contact, but Rudy stopped him, told him it was his own fault and you were better without him after what he had done to you

- but he couldn't stand it, he wanted to make it up to you, he wanted to show you that he had changed

- that you were the person he loved, the person he wanted to spend the rest of his life with

- you turned him down again and again, day after day, but even after months he didn't give up

- it was up to you to decide if you would give him another chance or not

- remember, your decision has consequences.

König 🔥

- it was at the same time so easy and so hard to get into the heart of König

- he mostly stayed in the background, didn't talk and always seemed to be watching everything

- his comrades in his team were nice to him, he was very reserved but they knew they could always count on him and his intuition

- he never left a man behind, even if it seemed hopeless, one of the reasons why he became the captain of the team, even if he would never call himself a captain

- he was caring to all and in private he also spoke more

- König was loyal, loving and affectionate even if he tried to hide it.

- that were the same qualities he showed in the relationship you had with him

- he was quite unsure at the beginning how to touch you

- it was just very important for him not to pressure you into something you don't want

- over the years you became a good team and he slowly opened up to strangers as well

- he was always very good looking, but he always denied it, years of bullying had left its scars

- he asked you after four years of relationship if you would want to marry him, because he wanted to be with you forever

- after your married him, your life was better than ever, the first year was wonderful, but after another half something changed

- he started to avoid you, avoiding your questions

- even your discussions about having/adopting a child stopped

- he stopped touching you, stopped showing you his naked body and started sleeping on the sofa rather than in your shared bed

- you thought it was because of his job that something might have happened but he ignored your questions

- after several months he didn't come home anymore and you knew from his team that he stayed on base

- every attempt to talk to him came to nothing and you also started to doubt your marriage

- you missed him, his gentle touches, his warmth, his words. You missed your beloved husband

- it was your second wedding anniversary, you went to work and came back in the evening to an empty house. What a surprise

- you had given up after months of no contact with your husband, so you got a lawyer to draw up the divorce papers

- you made yourself comfortable on the sofa with whisky and the divorce papers while some music was playing in the background

- you didn't care if you got anything out of the marriage, you just wanted it behind you, because why should you fight if he didn't even want to see you

- it may have just been better for both of you in the end to just end it.

- it was just before midnight when you heard the door open

- and there stood your giant, your husband with a bouquet of flowers and chocolates

- you didn't care to see him, even though your heart said otherwise

- he was just starting to speak when you interrupted him briskly

- you had enough of it, now that you were ending it all, now he came with flowers and chocolates?

- you told him before you left the living room to sign the papers on the table before he left again.

- you woke up the next morning with the smell of your favorite meal freshly made on the bedside table

- you could feel the burning eyes of your husband

- you wanted to tell him to get out of the room, but this time it was him who interrupted you

- he came straight to the point

- He told you that he had cheated on you, that he had slept with a woman.

- his teammate was supposed to sleep with her to get information, but she didn't find him attractive and made a pass at him

- his decision depended on victory or defeat and so he had to decide to sleep with the woman

- after that he just couldn't look you in the eye anymore afterwards

- he had betrayed you, he had betrayed the person he loved above everything else for a stupid job

- he started to feel disgusted with himself, he didn't want you to touch him, let alone see him naked, because he felt disgusting, like he was covered with disgusting slime

- he couldn't look you in the eye anymore and he couldn't talk to you about it, the job forbade it and even if it hadn't, he would have been too ashamed of himself to tell you right away

- but now he could talk to you about it because the mission was successful and he wanted to save your relationship

- he wanted to come back to you, he wanted to feel you as much as you wanted to feel him

- he was so sorry, so sorry that he could not put it into words

- he didn't let you get a word in edgewise before he told you to think about what you wanted to do now, that he supported you in every decision you made

- he disappeared within seconds, leaving behind only the food and the filled out papers with a small note stuck to them

- >>I filled out the papers as you asked, I won't stand in your way if you want a divorce. I just hope that maybe there is still a chance for both of us, I would do anything for that. Anything. Ich liebe dich, mein Schatz. ( I love you honey ) <<

Farah:

- she was a fighter, a mighty warrior , proud and brave like a lioness

- freedom fighters, that's what they all called themselves and Farah was the head of them

- the girl who rose like a phoenix from the ashes

- your relationship was secret, no one knew about it not even her brother or your relatives

- not only was it dangerous for both of you to be associated with each other, but her  religion was also a reason to keep your relationship a secret

- it was nevertheless very affectionate

- the shy glances between you two

- the gentle and unnoticed touches as you walked by

- the short moments you two were alone

- the feeling when your heated bodies moved  to each other's rhythm

- your relationship was secret, but no less loving

- but you had to take two different mission and for the first time you had to fight apart from each other

- but the fight went on longer than expected, two whole weeks until you could strike the final hit against the enemies which led to your victory

- but when you returned, you found Farah with a man named Alex.

- since your relationship was secret, you couldn't intervene when Alex dared to flirt with your girlfriend

- at first she assured you that she only wanted you, that you were her true love

- but after weeks, when the two of them fought again and again, side by side and with each other against the enemies, you saw how her look changed towards him

- the few moments you had died after a while

- you tried to talk to her about it again and again, but she blocked again and again, because she either had no time for you, or others were near you

- after a while you gave up

- the looks and touches you once had with her now belonged to Alex, who also tried to befriend you without knowing that Farah was your girlfriend

- the night before Farah planned the battle with Captain Price, Nikolai, gaz, Alex and the others, you wanted to try again

- you wanted to know if you and Farah were still a couple or not

- when you entered her "office" without knocking, you were greeted with a naked Alex and a naked Farah, who did the nasty

- it took you a few moments to try to process what you had seen

- you could feel your heart breaking, your stomach turning and your eyes filling with water

- the next day you went on the mission as planned, but you avoided Farah and Alex

- The mission was successful except for the fact that Alex sacrificed himself to ensure victory.

- Farah kept trying to talk to you after the mission, but you avoided her like the plague.

- you went along on every mission, making sure there were as many miles as possible between you and Farah.

- but one day, or rather night, you couldn't get away from her.

- you had night watch on the tower

- you could hear someone sitting on the bench next to you, you also knew that this someone was Farah, but you did not dignify her with a glance

- she started talking, telling you that she never wanted this to happen

- that you both just moved away from one and then Alex was just there

- you listened only half-heartedly while she listed reasons why her action was justified

- but at some point it was too much for you and you looked at her

- it was not much you said

- it was just

- "If Alex hadn't sacrificed himself in the process, would we still be talking or would you fuck him again?  I guess  you just feel alone since your beloved American is nothing more than dirt and want back what is no longer yours"

- Looking at her, she had expected everything but that.

- it wasn't easy for you after your conversation

- and after months of the two of you fighting, you decided to leave the freedom fighters

- she had tried everything to win you back, but it was like in war, there were no second chances.

Graves

- Your relationship wasn't good it was great, you had your fights here and there  yet neither of you ever went to bed angry

- it was important for both of you to understand each other

- but often Phillip could not leave the base because he had something to do, hours in which you kept him company

- he even had a couch put in his office for you, because when he wasn't on missions he had to rummage through files for Shepard, plan missions and so much more

- your relationship was not perfect, but it was incredibly loving

- after you two got married, Phillip made sure you didn't have to work anymore, so you were free to plan your day apart from household chores

- he just supported you with everything

- you wanted to use your free time to be an artist? Go ahead, Phillip is there and supported you

- your life was perfect

- Phillip came home after a deployment which separated him from you for two months

- he missed you as much as you missed him

- the first hours after he arrived home he showed you how much he missed you

- two months had accumulated

- your lovemaking went on for several hours

- you had long since fallen asleep, but although Phillip was equally exhausted, he just couldn't fall asleep

- something thanks to his job

- he was just about to close his eyes after giving you another kiss on the forehead, when your cell phone lit up

- looking at the clock next to him, he wondered who was writing to you at three in the morning

- he reached for your cell phone, opened it since he knew your PIN and looked who the message was from

- he didn't know the name or the phone number and the text was more than strange, especially because it was the only message that was in the chat beforehand

- "meet the day after tomorrow as usual, can't wait!"

- it was like he knew the answer to what he saw, but he just didn't want to accept it

- you were so perfect, always by his side in every difficult time

- you were the reason why he didn't stop to stay alive after a mission had gone wrong in which he was badly wounded

- you were by his side when he was fighting for his life in the hospital, you held his hand when he was slowly recovering, you helped him to wash himself, to do all the daily things that he couldn't do at first

- thanks to you he was able to fully recover and continue with his job and also with this decision you supported him even though you were afraid for his life

- You were by far the person he trusted the most.

- That means you were the last person he would expect to betray him.

- sleeping was now not on the table anymore.

- he put your smartphone back, got up and went into the living room where the two dogs were already sleeping

- he just sat there for a few hours, staring into nothing before he got up and took a beer

- he was long gone when you got up, but had left you a note that he was needed at the base

- he stayed at the base that day and did nothing but wait

- the next day he was woken up by a message from you, it was your usual good morning sms you sent him when he was not home

- his heart ached, he wanted to be with you, to forget what had happened

- he didn't care that you were having an affair, he just wanted you, he wanted to spend his life with you but it hurt too much to know that he wasn't the only one in your life

- he knew that you had your date today, so he tracked your smartphone and followed you

- he followed you, saw you disappear into a house with a man and then drove back to the base

- he saw his phone light up, he knew you had texted him

- but your message wasn't worth more than a quick glance as he spread the legs of the women who had always flirted with him on base

- who he had even transferred as far away from him as possible, because he had a wonderful partner and wouldn't have think about betraying you

-  yet here he were spending the whole day fucking her

- at the end of the day he lay naked next to the woman who had put her head on his chest just like you always did

- but he does not feel a sense of security, love and affection.

- he felt disgust for himself and for the woman.

- he pushed her away from him, got up and took a shower to get dressed and spend the night in a hotel

- he asked Shepard for an assignment the next day

- So he disappeared for another two weeks.

- you wrote to him every day, but he didn't answer, he only read your messages.

- two weeks later he came home again, or rather was on his way back to the base

- you had heard it from one of his shadows because his wife was a friend of yours

- so you had everything ready in his office

- when he came into his office he immediately noticed that someone had been in there

- there was a note on his desk, address, time and nothing else.

- he was confused why he got an order without further information, but then he went, after all, no stranger could get on the base and so it was probably someone from the military

- he didn't have much time, so he didn't undress much and still had his gear on when he went to the meeting point

- it did not take him long to get to the meeting point

- he stood in front of an old warehouse, gripping his gun as he carefully pushed open the old rusty door

- it was dark, he couldn't see anything and yet a bad feeling went through him

- he dared to take two steps inside.

- at that moment the light was switched on blinding him as he pulled his gun out of the holster ready to fire only to be completely thrown off by people shouting "happy birthday" out loud

- he looked around confused, in the middle of the crowd you were standing with a big smile and next to you was his dream car with the wrap he had been raving about for years

- with another glance he saw the man he had seen with you, who was now wearing a t-shirt with a logo on it

- you introduced the man graves thought was your affair as the man who had tuned and wrapped the car

- he was the husband of a friend of yours, which he now knew.

- with every word you spoke Phillips stomach turned

- you already wanted to throw the party on his birthday (two weeks ago), but Phillip had to leave and now here u were

- Phillip sat down while the guests, which consisted mainly of his family, your friends and a few of his colleagues, were celebrating happily

- you kept asking him if everything was alright, what was going on as he just sat there staring into the void

- the party was a success for everyone except for you, as your beloved husband just didn't seem to be happy about it

- on the way home it was silent between you, no one said a word

- when you got home, you stopped him as he was getting out of the car after he parked in the garage

- you told him that if he didn't like the gift you could get him something else, that you were sorry for catching him off guard like that

- that was the moment he couldn't hold back anymore and started crying

- he sobbed that he was so sorry

- you were confused, what was he sorry for?

- he sobbed that he had cheated on you, that he had seen the message on your cell phone two weeks ago

- that he had followed you and when you disappeared with the man, he had slept with the woman he had told you about many times

- the woman who had always flirted with him

- the woman that he promised wouldn't be any danger to ur marriage

- it broke your heart

- and his was already

- he knew he had made a mistake, he should have confronted you immediately

- but before he had you he had so many women who had cheated on him, who couldn't stand the fact that he was away for months at a time

- and now he had cheated

- he asked you to do what you thought was right, that he would not force you to do anything

- it was up to you if you would forgive him or not

- remember, no matter how painful a confrontation can be, it is always better to have it right away than to make a mistake afterwards that is not reparable.

- a mistake that does more harm than good.

- communication is key, always remember that

[temeyes]

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

[swampgallows]

vetted palestinian gfms i've received

Click the name to be taken to their campaign. Many of these campaigns are verified on el-shab-hussein's & nabulsi's spreadsheet which is a tumblr-based campaign, by Operation Olive Branch, by Project Watermelon, or by The Butterfly Effect Project. Others are either corroborated by verified campaigns or groups of previously-verified Palestinian tumblr users, like @gazavetters.

as of september 29 2024:

‼‼ LOW FUNDS (LESS THAN HALFWAY TO GOAL):

🍉 MAHMOUD AYYAD - €6,422 / €55,000 (11%) @mahmoudayyad, (x)

🍉 BILAL ABED RABOU - €9,061 / €80,000 (11%) @bilalassadabedrou, (x), (claims relation to waseem abedrabou, killed in airstrikes), (link to article in the guardian)

🍉 BASEL AYYAD - CHF8,193 / CHF60,000 (14%) (#214), (x), (x) vetted twice

🍉 DR. IMTITHAL, DDS - €6,782 / €50,000 (13%) @d-imtthal (not yet vetted, but funds are protected & images are original)

🍉 MUHAMMAD ATALLA - €19,265 / €82,000 (23%) @mohammedatallah, (x), (x), (x)

🍉 FARAH & SHAHAD - €6,050 / €20,000 (30%) @farahmoo2, (x), (younger sister of @nesmamomen)

🍉 DR. HUSAM FARHAT - $10,299 / $29,500 (35%) @frhatfamily & @shamfarhat1, (#248) (x)

🍉 SAFAA & ABED - €40,292 / €90,000 (45%) @safaabed8 & @abedalazeiz, (x)

🍉 FATIMA ALANQAR - €9,593 / €20,000 (48%) @fatma-anqer, (x), (x)

MORE THAN HALFWAY TO GOAL:

🍉 NOUR ALANQAR - €22,689 / €40,000 (57%) @noor-family, (x), (x)

🍉 FALESTINE YOUSEF - $25,125 / $40,000 (63%) @falestine-yousef, (x), (more info on her relatives, the Jad Al Haq family)

🍉 WAFA ABDUL KARIM ABU AL-RISH - $29,197 / $50,000 (58%) @wafaaresh, (older sister of @mohiy-gaza), (x,) (x), (tiktok)

🍉 TAMER AL-DEEB - €24,909 / €40,000 (62%) @tameraldeebs-blog, (#191), (x), (x)

🍉 YOUSSEF HELLES - €15,927 / €23,000 (69%) @4-zien-yousef (#206), (x), (x)

🍉 AYAH, LINA, SAIF, & SIDRA - €42,804 / €60,000 (71%) @lina-gaza, (x), (friend of Mohiy), (tiktok)

ALMOST COMPLETE (MORE THAN 75% TO GOAL):

🍉 NESMA AHMED - $137,869 / $170,000 (81%) @nesmamomen, (x), (x)

🍉 AHMED & DINA ALANQAR - €62,467 / €75,000 (83%) @zinaanqer, (#264), (#741), (x)

🍉 FADI AYYAD - $42,679 / $50,000 (85%) @mayadayyad81, (#144), (x), (x)

🍉 MOHAMMED ALANQER - €60,392 / €70,000 (86%) @abuadamfamily, (#174), (x), (x), (x)

🍉 MOHIY ABU ELRESH - $54,168 / $63,000 (86%) @mohiy-gaza, (x), (instagram), (younger brother of @wafaaresh)

🍉 HAYA NAHED ALSHAWISH - €90,362 / €100,000 (90%) @hayanahed, (#26), (#249), (x)

Please consider donating if you're able, and reblog to spread awareness. To all Palestinians suffering in Gaza or elsewhere, may you and your families reach a place of peace and safety soon.

[sapropel]

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

[gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot]

Commander Farah Ahmed Karim

[hassanatforusmk]

Killed by Isreal's bombardment and blocakde: 0 years old

Didn't reach their first birthday

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[battyaboutbooksreviews]

🌙 Ramadan Mubarak - Books ft. 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

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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.

[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

[icaxrus-moved]

Commander Farah Ahmed Karim in ||ATOMGRAD

[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).

[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.

[gryficowa]

Boycott!

Now that I have your attention:

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Maybe David's nose is still not perfect, but let's be honest, it looks better than before… (When I finish the third work, including him and the Halloween art with Ghost, I will add it to the art blog)

(No, this is not an advertisement, the main reason is because I can add additional tags, that's the reason)

Remember to collect!

[gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot]

Happy Holidays

So... Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays or whatever you celebrate. May the festivities bring all of you joy and health, and better things next year

This is my biggest scene ever, with 12 figures, and I've had to render different angles because I couldn't figure how to show everything. Also, I'm sure I forgot things, the light is not the best sometimes, etc etc...

Because there are several images, they go under the cut

From left to right, Captain John Price, Dr. Heather Price (OC), Sergeant Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick, independent contractor pilot Diego Rojas (OC)

From left to right, Lieutenant Olga 'Zhar' Samiolova (@nrdmssgs OC), Commander Farah Ahmed Karim, Alex Keller, Captain John Price again

From left to right, independent contractor pilot Diego Rojas (OC), Telecommunication Services Officer Gabriela 'Gabi' Cruz (OC), Sergeant John 'Soap' MacTavish, Lieutenant Simon 'Ghost' Riley

From left to right, Sergeant Christine 'Riot' Vega (OC), Nikolai (lookalike model, I don't have the 'real' model), Lieutenant Olga 'Zhar' Samiolova, Commander Farah Ahmed Karim

And I forgot someone's scar... ah well, they're using makeup

Anyway, if you got here kudos to you, and happy holidays <3

[codmw2019-2022]

Modern Warfare® Campaign: Biographies of the Story’s Major Players.

Part 3 (2 of 2): Hadir Karim

October 03, 2019 by Call of Duty Staff

Hadir Ahmed Karim

Combat Lieutenant, Urzikstan Liberation Force (ULF)

Hadir is a fighter in the Urzikstan Liberation Force, serving as a combat Lieutenant,reporting directly to his older sister, Farah. Together, they fight to protect, rescueand free their country from Russian occupation. Hadir’s father was a professor,his mother, a civil servant for her district in Urzikstan, both respected in theirmiddle class community. Like his parents, Hadir has always sought to makesomething of himself, but grew up in an uncivil world of war-torn streets and death around every corner.

Hadir’s life changed irreparably whenGeneral Barkov’s rogue army rolled into Urzikstan and in a matter of minutes, imposed theirwill, blanketing his hometown with ordnance and poison gas. One minute, Hadir wasdoing homework and the next, he was trying to escape rifles, gas bombsand capture. Too young, small and scared, Hadir has alwaysbeen haunted by guilt over his inability to render more aide. With thehelp of his sister Farah, they attempted to escape, but were both apprehended and taken to a prison camp.  

Losing his family, his home and his innocence, like many in his generation, he and his sister Farah grew up in prison without guidance, education or moral instruction. These events fomented a violent and aggressive streak. For Hadir, warplanes, enemy tanks and checkpoints were a normal part of his daily life. After helping his sister lead a rebellion to break free from Barkov’s POW camp, he became a prominent figure and an influence on emerging combatants. Here, he shaped his personality and reputation as a hostile, cunning guerilla fighter. Because he was there when the shelling started, Hadir is viewed as someone to be trusted by his community and beyond.

Left an angry and restless soul with the heart of a warrior, Hadir learned to keep his cards, feelings and plans to himself. Secretive, not through deviousness, but because he had to be to survive. Farah and Hadir see eye to eye on their ultimate goal – to liberate their people – but don’t always align on tactics or strategy. Today, Hadir is Farah’s lieutenant, but differs with his sister philosophically when it comes to battle.

Hadir has never been beyond the borders of his country and often returns to his birth city to lead counter occupation attacks. "I couldn't, because my dad and mum are buried here," he says. “I didn’t want to be away from them. Now, it is time to go wherever we must, to achieve victory.” Hadir considers more aggressive actions to be a necessary part of liberating his people. His singular purpose is to defeat those occupying his land by any means necessary.