The battle against Barkov's men raged on around you, the air thick with the acrid smell of gunpowder and the shouts of both friend and foe. You had been one of Farah's most loyal subordinates for many years, fighting side by side in countless skirmishes for the freedom of Urzikstan.

Amid the chaos, you saw an enemy soldier take aim at Farah. Without a second thought, you threw yourself in front of her, feeling the searing pain as the bullet tore through your flesh. You crumpled to the ground, your vision blurring as the pain radiated through your body.

Farah's scream of rage was the last thing you heard before you blacked out momentarily. When you opened your eyes again, you saw her standing over you, her rifle still smoking from taking down the enemy who shot you. Her face was a mask of fear and determination as she dropped to her knees beside you.

"Y/N!" she cried, her voice breaking with worry. She dragged you to safety, her hands gentle but firm. Once behind cover, she cradled your head in her lap, her eyes searching your face for signs of consciousness.

"Stay with me," she urged, her voice trembling. "Everything's going to be okay. Just hold on."

You tried to speak, but the pain made it difficult. The intere world is spinning around you and you feel blood running down your torso. Farah's grip tightened, her expression fierce and protective as She kept talking, trying to distract you from her hands pushing down on your stomach wound, trying to slow the bleeding.

"You're strong, soldier," she said, her voice steadying. "You've always been strong. Just stay with me a little longer. We'll get through this."

As the sounds of battle continued to rage around you, Farah's presence was a beacon of hope, grounding yourself in the midst of the pain and chaos. But was it enought?