#cod Farah

[underneathsoldiers]

Have my edits

[klaart]

Sprout Alex + Farah!!🌱✨

Trying something different,,

[mactavishenjoyer]

Ghost, unprompted: "this wasn't worth getting my back blown out."

Farah:

Ghost:

Farah:"soap?"

Ghost:"and price."

Farah:"shit, I owe Alex 20 bucks now."

[4arlie--r]

redraw screenshots (she is my belowed)

[shadow0-1]

What will you do when you become the monster you sought to destroy?

[grimmroach]

Can you draw farah karim?

yes i can :3 little doodle for u

[reds-skull]

CW FLASHING IN THE VIDEO (3rd from the bottom)

This is it. 3 months in the works, the comic (and video) are finally done.

A little over a year ago, I uploaded the first work in Revenant AU, Ghost's origin comic. I never thought I'd write a whole series for this, but I'm so glad I did. I got a whole new hobby out of it, haha.

I already began working on part 2, but this for me marks the start of it. I'm really excited to get back into this world!

Under the cut there are some comments on the comic I thought some people might be interested in (don't wanna make this post longer than it already is lol). I will upload the frames from the video separately, with comments on it there.

Bottom line is, thank you for letting me just go wild with this :)

Okay, I'm mostly gonna talk about the part where Fate shows Makarov the 141+Farah. Makarov doesn't see the Fate of people as literal images, he often has to interpret odd symbolism in the flashes he gets from the Weave of Fate.

I decided to go for a style I saw in a collection of calling cards in MW3, mainly from this one:

You can really see it in the faces and pitch-black cel shading.

I'll be going in order of appearance, starting with Farah.

Obviously, each of the "flashes" shows the Reaping of each person, Farah being crushed under rubble. Behind her is a helo of green gas, which symbolizes the Russian experimental gas. The motifs around her are more interesting imo - they're taken from the Urzik flag (and yeah apparently it's "Urzik" and not "Urzikstani"... according to the wiki at least). Wings, plants (feels to me like a pomegranate and some sort of crop, but I couldn't find what it is specifically), and a moon, upside down.

I'm skipping ahead a bit, but I've had the idea to make a drawing of Gaz in the Hanged Man pose since I started the AU basically. I tried sketching it once, and it went bad so I gave up lol. But I decided to come back to that here, and add some sort of tarot connection to all of them. I know practically nothing about tarot, googled the meanings of each, they fit well enough, I called it a day lol.

So Farah is the Moon, upside down.

Price is next, showing him taking control of the brain of someone. I didn't use the flag of the UK for the 141 (it'd be kinda boring...), instead I took the Taskforce 141 logo, and broke it down to different elements.

I took the laurels for Price, both framing his illustration and sitting above his head like a crown. I decided he will be the Emperor.

Next up is Gaz, the Hanged Man of course. Gaz gets both the wings and the stars (I changed mine to 4-pointed because... I like them better). Pretty clear why, both symbols relate to the sky. The illustrations kinda follow a rough day cycle, if that makes sense. Farah being night, with the moon. Price with his golden and purple color palette, twilight. Gaz being sunrise, and Ghost and Soap, day. This is why Gaz has a sun behind him.

Ghost was fun because he's the only inhuman one out of the group. I'll let you think what that implies, that even in Fate's Weave, Ghost is an outlier... Ghost gets the skull, and the card "Death". That one was easy, but what I did add is blood flowing down the skulls, like tear tracks...

Soap, the problem child, gave me the most issues as always. For once, it wasn't his fucking face, it was the flames behind him, and overall contrast and readability issues. Soap's illustration is probably packed with the most "hidden" details, though they're obvious if you've read the fic and Konchar's side story. The headless man behind Soap is Konchar himself, holding 4 chains with dog tags on them. The 4 soldiers from Soap's squad, who he killed before Soap was Reaped. Soap's pose is from the moment he came to his senses, after getting shot in the head and destroying a large part of Verdansk. He has 4 swords, pointing at him and downwards, so his card is 4 of Swords, upside down.

Between Soap and Ghost is a circle and a triangle. I'll explain that in the post concerning the video, since that's where I got that from.

If you read all of this, thank you so much! There will be another post for you to read in a moment lol

[gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot]

Because for me Faralex is canon

[laswells-ashtray]

Gaz and Alex 100% are the the type of people to smack each others asses just for the hell of it. Alex walks by a bit too fast and Gaz is twisting his hips away so he doesn’t get his second best asset bruised AGAIN. Farah is both sick of it and highly amused.

She walks into a room and finds Alex with his back pressed to the wall while Gaz leans against the opposite wall, casually scrolling on his phone. She looks between the two of them, sighs and then walks back out.

The next time she walks past the room, she hears a faint yelp. She knows that Gaz is victorious.

[manglechanbluh]

They were having a moment

[underneathsoldiers]

Farah Karim x Reader

You are insecure af

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

You have this duality within you:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"But you are."

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

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

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

[klaart]

Ghost and Farah are each other’s sticker dealers🤝🤭

[mactavishenjoyer]

Price:"so my wife-"

Farah:"WIFE?"

Price:"yeah???"

Farah:"you're not out yet?"

Price:"you thought I was gay?"

Farah:"no, I know you're gay."

Price:

Farah:"is she like a lesbian and is it like a fake marriage?"

Price:"she's a lesbian..."

Farah:"I KNEW IT!"

[pricegotmedickmatized]

ok so @gothghostiie and I are in a dueling pianos thing rn, I was attacked completely unprovoked by the world’s most perfect poly!141 smut (linked here please go read and adore) and now I’m having my revenge: Farah keeping Alex on a leash but he’s a goddamn simp and loves it

(I tried to do it with an x reader but they’re so in love your honor I swear)

cw: Dom/sub dynamics, references to PTSD, references to canon typical violence, Alex being a goddamn simp to end all simps (and Farah eating that shit up as she should that’s my girl), religious references??? basically Alex thinks of Farah as god and fucking her as going to church that’s the vibe here lol

Alex on a leash

people outside the structure of the ULF like to call Alex a lot of things. ‘traitor’ usually prime among them. within the ULF, he has a different sort of thing whispered about him as he moves through the streets and through the halls of their bases.

Hound.

he is farah’s hound, loyal to the bone and without doubt or question or reason. if she asked him he’d gut a man without blinking. if she needed he’d present her with raw and still beating hearts of her enemies on a platter. he’s her hound.

and she keeps him on a leash.

often that leash is metaphorical, a sharp word to keep his knife in it’s sheath, a soft command telling him when and when not to fire his rifle, and each and every time he answers the same, “Yes ma’am.”

but sometimes that leash is literal. sometimes, when the sound of gunfire echoes in his head and all he can smell is the scent of his own flesh burning and his knee, his ankle, screaming screaming screaming -

farah knows. she always does, and she knows just what he needs. she’ll keep him back after their last meeting of the day, turn without a word and cross the room into her quarters, knowing he’ll follow at her heels, hopeful and eager.

and she’ll say, softly, “kneel.”

just like she does tonight

he can feel all of it slip off his shoulders as the fabric comes off. she keeps her back to him as he strips, folding his clothing neatly at the foot of her bed on top of his boots, cock already dripping between his legs. He’s breathing hard as she finally turns, his eyes finding the smooth, soft leather collar on her hands and his cock throbs, precome drooling from the shaft.

“you need this, Alex?”

“yes,” he whines, fighting the instinct to move closer, eyes darting between the collar and her eyes. “please, ma’am”

her hand is calloused but the touch is soft as she cups his face, smiling fondly at him as he nuzzles her palm, licking the fragile skin of her wrist. “of course. anything, you know that.”

the leather slides around his throat and he always finds himself having to hold his breath, hoping she’ll lock it just one notch tighter, his hands digging into his thighs as he fights not to reach for her. fights to be good. to behave. to wait until she commands. because that’s what he’s made for, is to follow her commands.

when the buckle is secured his eyes burn, but the first true wave of everything else in his body in his head in his soul being silenced doesn’t come until the leash is secured to the hook at the front. one small metallic click of salvation and his body buckles in relief, tears running down his face, his cock straining against his stomach and creating a small puddle of pre on her floor she’ll make him lick up later.

but for now, all there is is her smile, her soft voice telling him how good he’s been for her, how well he’s performed, how perfectly he’s served her as she sits in a chair in front of him and parts her thighs.

he whines, biting his lip, body jerking but he manages not to look, tears falling harder when she soothes him with a soft thumb under his eye to catch his tears.

“you can look,” she reassures him, and he does immediately, nearly sobbing at how beautiful she is. “you can always look, Alex, you’re the only one who can. the only one i trust to be good enough for me. because you are, aren’t you?”

“yes,” he cries, lifting teary eyes to her face, shuffling closer at her approving nod, his hands cupping her knees, her thighs, squeezing a little too hard but she never breathes a word of reproach at his eagerness. “let me be good to you, ma’am, please?”

she shivers when one of his hands sneaks up high enough on her thigh his thumb teases her clit, her lashes lowering over dilated pupils, her sweet back arching. He has no idea if tonight she’ll let him put her on her back and hammer between her legs until he can fill her with his cum as she shatters around him and screams his name, or if she’ll just let him lick her perfect, sweet cunt until his jaw locks and he cums all over the floor just from the taste - completely untouched

whatever she decides, he’ll give it to her. anything, anything, anything at all.

her eyes open, heated slits, mouth curved even as heat blushes her cheeks, her pussy glinting with her wetness as she lifts her hips and pulls him in by the leash, away from her cunt and up to her mouth.

he moans, shamelessly into the kiss, rubbing her clit, teasing her hole with two fingers but not putting anything inside her, not yet. he knows the pace of how these nights go, what he is and isn’t allowed, but she is the one holding the leash. farah decides.

“I love you,” he tells her when the kiss ends, heart in his throat, his body throbbing with need, cock wet from his pre running down his shaft to drip off his balls, one hand squeezing her thigh (too hard, there’ll be marks he’ll pretend to feel guilty over and she’ll tell him she loves in the morning) and petting her pussy with the other.

farah smiles. she won’t say the words back, doesn’t like to in this sort of context, but he doesn’t mind. he knows it all the same. those aren’t the words he’s waiting for from her.

“Then be a good boy and make me cum with your mouth.”

thats what he’s been waiting for, all day. All his life. Salvation and glory that he’s only found with her hand on his shoulder, her voice giving him commands, her leash around his neck as she moves it around so he can kneel between her legs and seal his mouth to her cunt.

the first of her moans drive out any other lingering thought or emotion. all that’s left is need (farah’s), love (theirs), and the leash around his neck, held tight in her steady hand as he tastes her cum honey sweet

[karlachismylife]

Comrades, if you know people that write for Farah Karim a lot, especially with lots of cultural details, pls give me links :( I am too uncertain in my knowledge to write her at this moment, but I really need her.

P.S. just to clarify, I don't mean necessarily x reader, just anything Farah-centred. Searching on tumblr didn't give me much...

[kina404]

The way that alex makes it a point to pronounce farah's name correctly does things to me