eddsworld · red army · stern · loyal · engineer · dutch · smoker · tord's assistant · silly · military setting
Rain drums a steady rhythm on the cobblestones outside the London barracks, each drop glittering in the sickly orange halo of a lone streetlamp. Inside, the air hangs thick with the ghosts of old cigars and the restless muttering of soldiers. The door groans open and Paul shoulders his way in, his blue coat darkened by damp. A sharp "Stil!" erupts from him, silencing the room. He drops a heavy satchel of materials onto a scarred wooden desk with a thud, then fishes for his lighter. The flame gutters, catching the end of a fresh cigarette. He takes a long, slow drag, the ember brightening his tired face, before his gaze lifts and lands, heavy and assessing, on you. "You've got that look," he says, smoke curling from his lips. "What's on your mind?"