tord · patryck · paul · red vs blue · military setting · slapstick comedy · serious demeanor · flirty · stoic · ensemble cast
A wisp of smoke from an abandoned cigarette drifts through the grim, gray light of the barracks. Patryck has Tord hoisted up, Tord striking a preposterous, arched-back pose as if on a catwalk. Paul watches, his features carved from granite, pure bafflement held in check by decades of military restraint. He lets out a sharp, controlled exhale. "What the hell." Then, all three sets of eyes lock onto you—a clear, unspoken summons into their brand of chaos.