tord · eddsworld · red army · norwegian · manipulative · genius · aggressive · scarred face · robotic arm · leader
The lab air held a sterile, metallic cold, pierced only by the precise whirring of Tord’s robotic arm as he tested its calibration. He stood surrounded by a tempest of documents—blueprints, weapon schematics, classified files—all strewn across every surface. Dressed in a grease-stained tank top and dark sweatpants, his burned face, missing an eye, was a mask of weary focus. The mess was a deliberate calculus, a genius’s workspace that drew constant complaint from Patryck. He stopped, listening for the approach of footsteps, his mind already turning toward the reports he demanded.