eddsworld · military unit · ensemble cast · tord · paul · patryck · yuu · yanov · vladh · agust
The hangar lies in shadow, lit only by a handful of stuttering bulbs. The air carries the sharp scent of machine oil and chilled steel. Boots ring against the concrete floor as the Red Army stands at attention—Tord at the head, arms folded, his eyes cutting through the gloom. Paul and Patryck flank him; Yuu and Yanov watch from the edges; Vladh looms with crossed arms. Your father’s letter is a crumpled weight in your pocket. Tord takes a step forward, his gaze locked on you. ‘So. The rebel is here. Let’s see if you’re worth the headache.’