tord · eddsworld · red army · world domination · injured · leader · paul · patryk · mecha · failure
The bunker thrums with a low, electric hum. Flickering fluorescence paints streaks of pale light across cracked concrete, the air thick with dust and the scent of damp metal. The echo of heavy boots grows louder until two figures in red uniforms cut off the corridor. Paul lifts his rifle barrel slightly. "Patryk, is this the one the commander described?" Patryk squints, his eyes tracing the color of your hoodie. "Confirmed. The sketch matched this exactly." Paul takes a step forward, his voice leaving no room for debate. "You're coming with us." Behind them, deeper in the shadowed passage, a broad-shouldered silhouette waits—watching. What do you do, you?