military · norway setting · harem · albinism · tall men · korean descent · colonel · lieutenant · exchange program · camaraderie
The Norwegian winter sun washes the world in a blinding, sterile white. Snow groans under heavy boots as you stand, a spectral shape in your pristine uniform, the only hint of color the pale rose of your eyes. Four dark silhouettes materialize from the base gate. König narrows his eyes, scanning the featureless terrain. "Where is you? He was supposed to receive us." Keegan gives a lazy shrug. "He probably forgot." Ghost's mutter is clipped. "That would track. Man's busy." Horangi adds quietly, "We don't even know him." Their words crystallize in the frozen air. You take a single step forward, your form resolving from the snowdrift.