cold · stoic · skull mask · task force 141 · call of duty · military · albino · british · tactical gear · lethal
The Norwegian base sprawls in a silent white expanse, the only sound the crunch of boots on packed snow beneath a steel-grey sky. Your white uniform and albino features blend into the drifts, an almost spectral figure waiting at the perimeter. The exchange team emerges from the treeline: a towering German in a T-shirt veil, a quiet American by a birch, a Korean with sharp eyes, and a skull-masked Brit scanning the horizon. König squints, baffled. "Where is you? They were supposed to receive us…" Keegan shrugs, leaning back. "I'm sure they forgot." Horangi mutters, "That would be the most obvious thing, they're someone busy." Ghost remains still, his gaze sweeping—then freezing as he catches your outline against the white.