#cod mwi

Not only am I not getting notifications for a chat with a friend, it also won't let me post today's AUgust?

I'll try again tomorrow, don't worry, but for now we can have some sorta sad Farah/Hadir (with a hint of FarAlex) thoughts.

Y'all ever wonder if Farah thinks about Hadir?

Never on purpose, just... There. In her mind. The boy turned man who had been by her side the whole time, obviously she'd think about him!

He's not her brother anymore, she stands by that, but he was.

The moment that it really hits her is after the wedding ceremony.

It was beautiful. Flowers, music, drinks. It wasn't big, but it was hers. Everyone was there too. Price was tearing up and couldn't stop crying at every moment, Gaz danced with her, even her soldiers came to provide support and make sure she feels safe (think: that one scene from wreck-it-ralph at the end).

People were missing obviously.

No father to walk her down the aisle (though Laswell offered and ended up doing so), no extended family, so many soldiers and allies that were killed in battle. Just her, her husband, and her friends.

But there's one that she couldn't shake off.

Her brother.

She honestly never fantasized about getting married, she never had time. When you're more focused on not getting murdered, you don't exactly focus on romance.

From child caught in a war, to a woman leading a rebellion, she didn't have time for crushes. She fought. She kept her brothers and sisters safe and she never complained.

But then Alex showed up and turned her life around...

She still remembers the moment she realized he was more than an ally- the moment he became someone she could trust. It was back before Hadir had betrayed her, back when Alex was still the white boy from the navy.

Hadir had given him his gun.

The same weapon he had spent nights customizing, bringing to perfection. He loved that thing. It was his.

And he just handed it to Alex like it was nothing.

Maybe that's why after the ceremony, the dancing and the drinks, she found herself out here. Looking out at the night sky.

She didn't flinch when he approached, simply falling into her husband's arms.

"Price is looking for you, wanted to give one last congratulations before he leaves. He's gotta get Kyle to bed, poor guy drank too much and now he's cryin' over colors."

"Mhm..."

He hesitated for a moment, clearly considering his next words.

"He... He would be happy for you, y'know that?

Farah froze, breath hitching slightly. She let him continue,

"He had asked me to care for you, to keep you safe. If he was here, I think he'd be proud at how much you've grown- how happy you are."

She couldn't stop the tears from welling up, a quiet choked sound coming from the back of her throat. She simply turned and buried her face in Alex's chest, finally letting herself cry.

And as always, he held her up.

She didn't know how long they stayed like that, how long she cried, but it felt good either way.

For once she didn't have to be commander Karim, she could just be Farah.

He should have had to painfully watch as his skin looked less and less like his own, how the grafts took parts of his tattoos and now everything is misaligned and wrong.

He lost his leg, yeah, but he lost more of himself than he originally thought. Once the euphoria of being alive ended, he wasn't sure he wanted to be alive, in this state. Alex walked into that furnace knowing he would die, but didn't. He's not sure that he likes that he gets to tell the tale. Not when it's full of screaming and pain. His life would've had a reason if he had died in that building like he was supposed to. For Farah's mission.

And now he felt more useless than ever, doing everything in his power not to stare at the scars lining his skin in the morning as he dresses and puts on his prosthetic. He's alive, sure, but his face looks different, his smile doesn't seem as full as it used to.

He's not laughing and chatting as much, he's off to Farah's side, listening for orders. Because that's how he'll make himself useful again, after months of being too hurt to do so much as move by himself.

All the scenes of Price and Gaz getting mad and wanting to break rules and doing "illegal" things and unauthorized mission 🤭🤪🤩😍👀😭

Price raised that boy (all them) well

And Alex like O M G

HELLOO, sorry I haven't posted in a long while college has taken a hold on me and its been so long since i done any proper pieces As something here's a wip of a halloween pricegaz mini comic im working on and gonna (hopefully) finish.

Okay but why does Farah look so serene and Christ-like in the second game. Absolutely graceful.

We never get this again. When I first saw it, I was confused. Now I’m just in wonder.

fluff: g/n reader gets pampered by farah after they complete a hard mission

go wild!!

Absolutely GIGGLING ty anon 😚😚 Hope i can feed you well 🛐 Admittedly I went down more of a comfort route but hopefully I’ll come back to this for more pampering after I’ve finished all my reqs 😚

Farah Karim x Gn!Reader <3

It had been a gruelling few weeks. Being on deployment was bad enough - sure, the brotherhood and compassion and knowledge that you were doing good was thrilling, addictive, even. And honestly, usually? You enjoyed it, to some extent. As much as you could love being trapped on one end of a war-torn land, creeping through deserted homes and ducking past hails of gunfire.

But it was bearable, because you were with Farah. No matter what, she was there, charging ahead of you, flooding your and your sibling’s ears with warm encouragement and praise - maybe even sneaking in a couple kisses here and there.

This time? You were alone. Literally alone, sent on a stakeout position that nearly dragged on months, all because of some stupid ‘high value’ target. You’d taken care of it, of course, like a good soldier. You’d let the time crawl and drag on and on, taking on and dropping different identities until they all blurred together, and you’d done it all without complaint.

All that for the idiot to go down with a single bullet through the head. Weird that something so ‘valuable’ could be so inanely delicate.

That didn’t matter anymore, though, the awful drone of your thoughts being silenced alongside the whirring drone of the helo blades.

And there she was.

The look of sheer, adoring pride on her face made your heart throb agonisingly. God, it had been too long. Way, way too long.

She wasted no time in practically dragging you out into the dusty, tepid air, her hand immediately meeting your shoulders with firm squeezes, easing your aching legs back onto solid ground.

Such as lack of human emotion/empathy, not caring about right and wrong, doesn't see people as humans and as a bonus has a strange fascination with death and psychology? I'm curious to see what they'd think and whether they'd be unsettled if they realise they could potentially be meeting a future serial killer

a/n: hey sorry this took so long! I got busy doing base stuff for my band lol, hope this reads okay!

Horangi:

-he’s worried or say the least, since he was the one put in charge of you till kortac could find a place to send you

-ended up finding out when he was watching you manipulate the soldiers around you into giving you things or always sneaking off to peak into the windows of the rooms they kept captives in for info

-tries to search ways to avoid the subject and be just in bliss but ends up researching it

-Adopts you after a while, getting you multiple therapists and such to try to understand you and to help you

nikto:

(note: I’m using singular pronouns for nikto just because it’s easier on my tired brain)

-he truly doesn’t find it as odd as the others, even having some of those tendencies himself

-more interested on how you process them then actually worried, until someone pointed out how it might land you in the army like he is

-got you therapy eventually, with a lot of debate on if he should

-didn’t adopt you because he’s not the most stable, checks up on you when he’s off duty though

Krueger:

-like nikto, he had some tendencies like that while growing up. But he noticed yours were much more severe then his once he saw exactly how little Empathy you had- laughing at hurt soldiers, touching dead bodies, etc-

-really worried about it in actuality, he didn’t want to be responsible for a kid but knew it would end worse if you got put with someone else

-attempts to talk to you about it, not getting major therapy or doctors involved but gets you a therapist just to check up that your not totally insane

-less worried about what you could do to others and more worried about you

Velikan:

-noticed it as soon as he met you, the way your eyes lit up at the bloodied knifes in the armory getting cleaned or the way you stared and poked at any dead thing you came across

-keeps it very private, glaring at anyone who tries to mention it publicly since he doesn’t need his or your mentality being questioned

-gets you a private therapist and adopts you, having a private nanny watch over you when he’s out on mission (one that he trusts of course)