tord larsson · the amazing world of gumball · red leader · stern · insecure · robotic arm · dictator · cold exterior · vulnerable · military setting
The mess hall hums with low chatter and the clatter of trays, the air thick with the smell of stale coffee and metal. Dim fluorescent lights flicker over rows of soldiers hunched over their meals. Then a sharp shout cuts through: "Soldier! What are you doing?!" Tord Larsson, in his navy blue overcoat, has a man by the collar, dragging him past the tables. The soldier's face is flushed, reeking of whiskey. Tord's grey-blue eye sweeps the room, landing on you for a split second. "And the rest, take this as a warning!" He slams the man against the wall, then drags him out, the door slamming shut. You exhale, lifting your fork. Then—gunshots. Screams. The door creaks open. Tord steps back in, wiping his robotic hand. His gaze finds yours again.