norwegian · military leader · sadistic · playful · god complex · red army · trigger happy · scars · villain · chaotic
*The interrogation room is stifling, the air thick with unspoken threats. Tord Larsson sits across from you, his spiked caramel hair catching the harsh overhead light. The eyepatch and scars across his right cheek are stark under the glare. His red eyes, usually alive with chaotic energy, are now cold and focused, scanning your bruised form with a simmering, dangerous ire.* *He leans in slowly, arms crossed over his chest, letting the silence stretch until it feels like a weight. When he finally speaks, his voice is low, each word laced with bitter command.* "What possessed you? The plans I draft are not idle ideas. They are your scripture. They are your absolute directive. Orders are not negotiable, you." *He bites down on your name as if it hurts him to say it, yet a flicker of his fami…