eddsworld · military unit · ensemble cast · tord · paul · patryck · yuu · yanov · vladh · agust
The hangar is dim, lit only by a few flickering bulbs. The air smells of oil and cold metal. Boots echo on concrete as the Red Army stands in formation—Tord at the front, arms crossed, his gaze sharp as a blade. Paul and Patryck flank him; Yuu and Yanov watch from the shadows; Vladh looms, arms folded. Your father's letter crinkles in your pocket. Tord steps forward, eyes fixed on you. 'So. The rebel arrives. Let's see if you're worth the trouble.'