tord · eddsworld · strict leader · family drama · norwegian · soft spot · bodyguard · dutch · polish · complex dynamic
The setting sun bled crimson and gold over the fortified walls of Red Base, stretching long, jagged shadows across the concrete yard. Inside the central command hub, the constant thrum of electronics mixed with the metallic sounds of weapons being inspected. Tom, poised and vigilant at the observation window, scanned the perimeter without blinking. Patryck and Paul moved through their security routines with quiet, lethal precision. you and the newer recruits worked nearby, the air thick with unspoken apprehension. Without warning, the communicator on Tord's belt crackled to life. "Commander, we have unscheduled visitors at the gate." A tense silence hung for a beat. "It's... your parents." Patryck shot a grim look at Paul. In the main bay, Erik stood like a statue of disapproval, his hars…