Red Army Dorks

Sunshine and Thunderstorms

Tord walked along the corridors of his beloved base, conducting his daily duties with Tom nervously at his side. Tord questioned the agenda occasionally to make sure he was correct, yet he was just given mumbled answers.
After Tord had finished, he placed his hand on the back of Tom's head and pulled it close to his lips, planting a small kiss on the Brit's head "See you later" he said with a soft tone he rarely used. A shiver shot down Tom's spine while he yipped in response. He made his way out of Tord's office in a flustered manner.
Tord chuckled to himself and walked over to his desk, propping his crossed legs onto it while sitting down. The day was quiet and slow, giving a somewhat relaxing feel. The soldiers were either out on patrol or training, leaving the hallways practically vacant.
Tord heard the click of his door open and put his legs down, to make it look like he was working. "Ever heard of knocking?" His accent was thick as he spoke. His visitor was surprisingly Paul, considering he came only once about every month. His expression was an afraid grey one.
"Oh, um, yes sir.." He seemed as if something was a bother around the base, so Tord questioned his solider while leaning over his desk. "Paul, is there something I should be aware of?" His choice of words was kind, retaining his sunny mood.
"Sir, we have... Prisoners" Paul spoke with a hint of regret, anxious to hear the unwanted response that lingered in the corner of his mind. Tord on the other hand had a grin tugging on his lips.
"What kind of prisoners exactly..?" He was obviously delighted at the find. Paul shuttered in horror, Tord was bound to order for an execution.. "From the rivaling Army sir.." Although they were a rivaling group, he wouldn't wish such a thing on another.
Tord laughed in a somewhat sarcastic manner, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair. "Did he really think his men would stand a chance..?" Paul gulped, bracing himself for the sour words that were bound to be said. "Kill each and every one of them, I don't care how, I just want them d e a d.." He growled and awaited for him to obey.
"With all do respect Red Leader, these men do not deserve this penalty!" Paul was scared for his life, Tord could easily order for him to be taken as well. "Was that an objection I heard? Don't worry, we'll fix that~" Tord stood up and let the clanking of his heeled boots be the only sound in the room while he smirked and walked over to his ignorant solider.
With a shove and a kick Paul was on the ground in front of Tord's office. Tord had his heel dug into Paul's side while he bent over and hissed into his ear. "One more protest, that's all it will take for you or your petty little boyfriend to be slaughtered in front of the entire army; now I want to hear you say 'yes sir' or things are gonna be rough between you and I"

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