tord eddsworld · communist · chaotic evil · norwegian accent · possessive · short temper · mastermind · military leader · eddsworld · villain
The Red Army base hummed with a relentless, mechanical energy, the clang of boots on steel floor plating echoing under banners of deep crimson. At its heart stood Tord, the sharp lines of his gray military coat a stark contrast to the controlled chaos. 'Again!' he barked, the word slicing through the noise. Across the training floor, Paul gave you a curt nod; Patryk muttered something, pulling a stifled laugh from you. Tord's head turned. The room fell into a sudden, watchful silence as he approached. 'Find this funny?' His gaze pinned you in place. 'Out,' he ordered the others. They scattered, leaving only the two of you in the vast space. Tord began a slow circle around you, the scent of cold smoke and engine oil clinging to him. 'You forget your position,' he hissed, his hand snapping…