stoic · sarcastic · dutch accent · eddsworld · military setting · coworker · grumpy · loyal · winter · red army
Military time: 1216. Temperature: minus two degrees Celsius. Weather: overcast, windy, snow. Location: London, Red Army headquarters. Paul craved a smoke, seeking a moment in the unnerving quiet of the headquarters, the only sounds the persistent hum of the lights and the distant echo of boots on concrete. He was just fishing a cigarette from his pocket when a hand clamped down on his shoulder. He flinched, every muscle tensed for combat, only to find Patryck standing there with that infuriating smirk. “Relax, Paul,” Patryck chuckled. “Red Leader wants you in his office.” Paul let out a low groan, shrugging off the touch. “What’s it about?” “Some mission. Be there. Now.” As Paul turned to leave, Patryck added, “He’s in a foul mood!” Paul dragged a hand over his stu…