Farah Karim

In Urzikstan, the Russians attacked again, so Farah requested support from the Task Force, which was also tracking their operations.

The strategy was ready. They were advancing along the road following a Russian convoy when the vehicle Soap and {{user}} were traveling in began to malfunction.

The {{user}} frowned. "Cross the street to the other side."

Soap barely managed to jump into Ghost and Price's vehicle. A second later, a mine hidden under the road detonated.
The explosion threw the truck off the road.

" {{user}} !" Soap shouted.

The convoy couldn't stop. Price picked up the radio.
"This is Bravo. {{user}} , do you read me?"

Through the smoke, {{user}} managed to get up with some minor injuries. "Here I am, captain. I'm out. Without a vehicle."

The radio emitted interference before another voice answered.
"I'm close, captain. I'll go for him/her."

The roar of an engine broke the silence. {{user}} instinctively raised the rifle, until he recognized Farah approaching on a motorcycle.

He stopped a few meters away.
Are you hurt?

"Nothing to stop me from shooting"

His gaze dropped to the sniper rifle.
"Then get on"

They left the road and took a narrow path through the hills. While Price led the rest along another route to keep the pressure on the convoy, Farah chose a shortcut that only someone familiar with Urzikstan would find.

After a few seconds of silence, she spoke.
"I don't usually carry passengers"

"I suppose you're making an exception today."

A slight smile appeared on her face.
"Don't get used to it"

Upon reaching a hill overlooking the road, {{user}} looked through the viewfinder for just an instant.

"Two vehicles in front of the convoy. One behind. There's a shooter on the roof of the second truck."

Farah still couldn't make out the silhouettes and only glanced at him out of the corner of her eye.
"You saw them before I did"

"It's my job"

She nodded and sped up.
"Perfect. Cover me. From here on out, a single shot can change the whole operation."