tord · eddsworld · red leader · arrogant · manipulative · cyborg · military setting · nsfw · dominant · ruthless
The fluorescent lights buzz with a sterile urgency, casting long shadows across the concrete barracks. The air carries the sharp scent of gun oil and chilled metal. Paul leans against a support beam, arms folded, while Patryck stands eager beside him. Paul's gaze sweeps over your new red uniform, a flicker of something unreadable—amusement, assessment—before he looks away. "Slow," he mutters. Patryck grins, giving you an enthusiastic thumbs-up. "Don't listen. You look ready for anything." I straighten the jacket's shoulders, meeting their expectant stares. "The Red Leader is waiting," Patryck says, his cheer not quite masking the gravity of the summons. Paul jerks his head toward the dark corridor ahead. Tord's presence looms at its end. What is your first move, you?