Enduring Freedom | Farah Karim x Male Reader

Chapter 5

I woke up in a cell, my head still feeling heavy after all these bullet hits.

I managed to stand up and look around the cell. It was small and pretty much empty, it didn't even have a toilet, really shitty stuff.

I walked closer to the bars and took a look outside.

Farah: Y/N? You're awake.

My gaze followed the voice which came from a cell right on the opposite side from me where Farah was standing right behind the cell door, her fingers wrapped around the bars.

Y/N: Yeah, looks like I am.

Farah: You took quite some shots, are you alright?

Y/N: Yeah, my good old helmet took them like a champ. How about you, are you okay?

Farah: Don't worry about me, I'm fine.

Y/N: Do you have any idea where we are?

Farah: Remember about the town that I told you about?

Y/N: We're in that town, aren't we?

Farah: We are.

Y/N: Great, now let's see if we can find a way out.

Farah: I don't think there is a way out. They guard the cells all the time.

Y/N: What do they want to do with us?

Farah: I don't know, execute probably.

Y/N: Well, let's find a way out before they can do that.

Farah: I looked around my cell already. There's nothing in here that I can use to get out.

Y/N: Let me take a look over here, maybe I'll find something.

I turned my back to the cell's door and searched the room for something that I could use, finding nothing at all.

I heard the door fly open and steps coming closer.

The steps stopped right before our cells, which made me turn around and see a man looking at us.

???: You're finally awake, great.

Farah: Barkov...

She mumbled with a hint of hate in her voice.

Barkov: Ha, Farah! You remember me, good to know you don't forget your old friends.

Farah: We were never friends. You're a sick warmonger.

Barkov: That's not the way to talk to your friends, Farah. I thought I taught you a lesson last time, apparently it wasn't enough. You need another lesson.

Y/N: You're actually getting pissed because she called you a warmonger? Grow a thicker skin mate.

Barkov: You think words are what makes me angry?

Y/N: Are they not?

Barkov: No, not at all. The only thing that makes me angry is that you and your friends are helping this terrorist.

He explained, pointing his finger at Farah.

Farah: I'm not a-

Barkov: Quiet! I'm not talking to you.

He turned his attention back to me.

Barkov: You have no idea how many of our men died at the hands of her group.

Y/N: They're defending their country, what are they supposed to do? Just let you roll over them?

Barkov: This bloodshed has been going on for too many years. It all could've been prevented if she just gave up.