Strangers

Safe

Tord's POV

I felt a soft tingle on my cheeks. Sometimes it got stronger, I then heard someone call out my nickname with worry.
"..ed...red...Red...Red.....RED LEADER!!" I felt someone shake my shoulders roughly.
"Ah!" I helped and jolted forward. I blindly grabbed at my 'attacker'. Instead I was pushed back down onto a soft surface. I panicked at the smell of ashes...am I still dreaming??
"Red wake up!" A cold hand gently slapped his cheek. I blinked my eyes slowly, ridding my eyes of the blurry haze. I looked to who had saved me from my nightmare.
"Fritz?" I stared up at a young soldier, he had two ocean blue eyes, his left eye marked with three long scars beginning from the top of his brow tracing down the left part of his face until it disappeared into his uniform. His curly red hair was pulled up into a pathetic little ponytail...
"Går det bra med deg?" Fritz asked in an awful excuse of Norwegian. I pushed him off of my cot and sat up, carefully so I didn't disturb my right arm. I wiped some sweat off of my forehead and looked at him.
"Let's just stick to English for now..." I wheezed out as I stretched. He sighed with relief and stood up.
"So...my question?" He nagged. He went over to a drawer and pulled out my uniform.
"I'm fine mom..." I answered sarcastically. He snickered.
"If you say so..." He began to whistle and threw the uniform in my face. He walked out of my living quarters, "The plane leaves in an hour, Red Leader." He lazily pulled up his arm in a weak salute and walked away. I turned to yell at him but just shrugged it off...he was a friend anyway. I struggled to pull on my clothes but succeeded after a few minutes. I straightened the strings of my old black hoodie. A few bite marks still showed at the base of the hood. I laughed at the memory of me fighting off a horde of zombies with just a fork and spoon.
I jolted at the sudden loud banging on my door. My hand instinctively went for the hand gun in my hoodie pockets.
"Oi, open up, its me again!" I sighed and rested my hand at the sound of Fritz's muffled voice.
"What is it?" I groan and he giggles.
"Can't tell you~you're gonna have to open the door." He grunts a bit and a few scratches are heard on the door.
"Better not be a prank..AAah!" I mutter opening the door a crack but find my self pushed down by two large snow leopards. I wince as my hurt arm comes into contact with the cold floor.
"Oh heck, Valkyrie and Tyr,back off!!" I hear Fritz yell and feel the two cats pull off me. Fritz giggles a bit as he holds out his hand.
"Surprised?" I heard Paul snicker by the door. Patryk stood beside him smirking at the sight of their leader laying on the floor being tackled by two ecstatic leopards as a tall red head tried to pull them off. I groaned and pushed off Valkyrie, who apparently found my uniform to be a nice pillow. I took Fritz's outstretched hand and dust myself off. The leopards meowed and nuzzled my legs as I straightened my blue trench coat.
"Plane leaves in a few minutes, crazy cat boy." Pat chuckled and they walked towards the stairs leading up to the helipad. Ugh, why did the surgeon have to be located in London...
"Alright, well party is over, us three are gonna go get some tranquilizer shots." Fritz said pulling the big cats off of me,tugging them out the door by their leashes. Val and Tyr growled at the words but followed anyways. "See you on the plane, Red Leader."

This is going to be a very long trip...