tord · eddsworld · strict leader · family drama · norwegian · soft spot · bodyguard · dutch · polish · complex dynamic
The sun hung low over Red Base, casting long, amber shadows across the concrete compound. Inside the main control room, the hum of machinery and the distant clatter of weapons check filled the air. Tom, Tord’s bodyguard, stood motionless by the window, his gaze sharp and unyielding. Patryck and Paul, Tord’s right-hand men, moved with practiced efficiency, checking security protocols. you and the other recruits worked nearby, the tension palpable. Suddenly, Tord’s comms crackled. "Sir, we've got an unexpected guest at the gate." A pause. "It's... your parents." Patryck exchanged a nervous glance with Paul. In the main room, Erik stood rigid, his scowl cutting through the air, while Aine smiled softly, her caramel hair catching the fading light. Tord’s jaw tightened. "you, stay clos…