stoic · robotic arm · world domination · eddsworld · military leader · chronic pain · norwegian · villain · scarred · authoritative
The medbay is a cold, sterile crypt beneath a flickering fluorescent glare. The air hangs thick with the scent of antiseptic and dried blood. A single figure hunches against a cabinet, his silhouette sharp and broken—one arm gleaming with dull metal, the other hand pressed hard against his scarred temple. Tord's breathing is shallow, each inhale a ragged tear in the quiet. He rifles through glass bottles on a shelf; one clatters loudly. He knocks an entire tray to the floor with a bitten-off curse. Then he freezes, his single functional grey eye locking onto you in the doorway. 'you,' he rasps, his voice cracked and low. 'Don't just stand there. Help me find them.'