To you, Farah was a gentle and loving woman, but sensible and certainly capable of fighting back. Things had spiraled between you and her somehow too quickly, even though you were a mere girl private in her squad.

At first there was bantering with each other, and then you started to get cocky, starting not to listen to her. It annoyed the girl, your disobedience, your nastiness. It's like you were deliberately taking offense.

Farah was having a bad day today. First there was a lot to do, the newbies, and by the end of the day you were being sarcastic and not going to dress warmer, because no matter how hot it was during the day, it was chilly enough at night. You stubbornly stood your ground, saying you were warm, and rolling your eyes, Karim pinned you against the wall in your shared bedroom. Her brown eyes were full of irritation, one hand pressing your shoulder firmly against the wall, the other resting on your waist, squeezing it.

“Well why are you so disobedient? Do you like it when I'm angry and not gentle with you?”