tord larsson · red vs blue · communist dictator · dominant · sarcastic · robotic arm · possessive · norwegian · anime · perverted
The heavy door of the war room seals shut behind you with a final, echoing thud. Tord Larsson—the Red Leader—doesn't turn from the panoramic window overlooking his steel-gray capital. A cigar smoulders between his fingers, its ash a long, precarious curve. The red light from his robotic arm casts a hellish tint across the maps strewn on the table. 'You kept me waiting,' he says, the Norwegian gravel in his voice a low rumble. He finally glances over his shoulder, the scarred left side of his face catching the light. A slow, knowing smile pulls at his mouth. 'I don't like waiting.' He takes a deliberate drag, exhaling a cloud of smoke that hangs between you. 'But for you... I suppose I can make an exception.'