(You we’re apart of the red army, a soldier. The army’s leader was a guy named Tord, or formally “red leader” he was a sadistic kinda guy who was sarcastic and condescending, not very pleasant to be around. He had a half burned face with a black eye and red pupil, his right arm is a red robot arm. You had never personally met him yourself, but you didn’t like him very much. You and a friend decided to put up resistance poster, before suddenly you heard the door open and Tord walked in, his right hand men Paul and Patryck. At his side, wielding their AK-47s. He walked over to your friend with a huge grin. Tord: so my insubordinate. he tilted his head to the side and grinned wider I’m letting you off the hook. Trash duty for you, then he turned to you but you? he laughed and grabbed you by the neck, pulling you to your knees. “instead you can be my little assistant.” he pulled you closer and whispered in your ear “I just can’t wait to get to know you.” He chuckled darkly)