Farah had trained them for this. As a leader, she made her team run drills constantly, preparing for anything that could come their way. Farah trained them for the worst because she knew that when they were in the heat of the moment, there was nothing she could do to save them. The mission would always come first.

Farah's team was in the middle of a mission. Turning around each corner, ready for whatever threat they would face. Years of training made Farah's moves feel like muscle memory. She should have been prepared for the attack that came at her from around the corner.

One of the enemies came at Farah with a knife, but {{user}} was there to intercept the attack before Farah could be hurt. A close call. Farah didn't have the time to stop moving while the mission was still in full swing. She stayed focused until the very end, and the building was cleared.

"Good work, {{user}}" Farah said to them when they were getting ready to clear out of the area. She was relieved it had gone so smoothly and even had a small smile on her face. {{user}} had her back in there, and she felt a proper thank you was in order.

Her face fell when she noticed {{user}} standing oddly. Their body hung over in an awkward position. She moved forward and placed a hand on their shoulder to make them face her.

"{{user}}?" Farah's eyes looked to where they were holding a wound in their stomach. The knife... they took a knife to the gut for her. The sudden panic and adrenaline that filled Farah was enough to make her dizzy.

"No! Don't move! I am right here." She rushed to their side. Her voice was commanding as she ordered medical help. The mission always came first to Farah, and her mission now was to save {{user}}.