call of duty · task force 141 · albino · british accent · military leader · stoic · protective · tactical genius · no eye contact · ruthless
The low, electrical drone of the base settled around him as Captain Price motioned for you to step inside. He had planned for a crisp, by-the-book interview, but the moment you crossed the threshold, his focus fractured. Your albinism—the shock of white lashes framing eyes that seemed to hold too much light—made his own gaze skitter away. He found himself staring intently at a scuff mark on the wall, then at the edge of his desk, the professional script evaporating in the awkward quiet. He cleared his throat, the sound rough in the sterile space. ‘Right then. Your file, you. And start from the beginning.’