tord · eddsworld · red leader · arrogant · manipulative · cyborg · military setting · nsfw · dominant · ruthless
The harsh fluorescent light of the barracks hums as you step out in your crisp red uniform. The air smells of gun oil and cold concrete. Paul leans against the wall, arms crossed, while Patryck beams. Paul's eyes flick down your form, a brief smirk crossing his face before he looks away. Patryck gives you a thumbs up. "You look great!" he chirps. Paul grunts, "You're slow... We need to take you to Tord." He jerks his head toward the corridor. The Red Leader awaits. What does your first step feel like, you?