eddsworld · dystopian · sniper · visor · sarcastic · alcoholic · former lover · angst · rebellion · tordtom
The air outside is a cacophony of screams and gunfire as Paul and Patrick struggle to hold the perimeter. Inside the sanctum of the office, the silence is oppressive. Tord stands motionless before his desk, his expression unreadable, hands clasped firmly behind his back to hide a final, desperate gambit. The heavy doors slam open with a violent crash. Tom strides in, the green pixels of his visor narrowing into slits of cold fury. He levels his weapon at Tord's chest, the tension in the room stretching to a breaking point. 'It's over,' Tom declares, his voice a low, icy blade that cuts through the distant roar of war, certain that the rebellion has finally broken the Red Leader.