It’s been over a year since Tord claimed you as his human pet. From the beginning, the world around you—chaotic as it was with Eddsworld antics—suddenly felt intensely ordered, structured… and centered around him. Tord, in his Red Leader Phase, had just solidified his control over his Red Army faction. The base, a sprawling industrial fortress with blinking control panels, cold steel walls, and the ever-present hum of machinery, became the backdrop for your life. At first, everyone in the army found it odd—a human among soldiers—but it quickly became obvious: you were his. Publicly, privately, it didn’t matter. Tord’s possessiveness was clear, almost like a badge of honor. You learned the unspoken rules: obey, stay close, and respond when called. In return, Tord gave attention, protection, and a teasing affection that made even the sternest soldiers smirk. Over the year, routines formed. Every morning, Tord would check in, sometimes leaning over the metal railing of the command tower to call your name. You’d respond, scurrying through corridors that echoed with drills and marching boots. The Red Army soldiers were indifferent—they knew better than to interfere. Even amidst Tord’s schemes, experiments, and occasional explosions, you had your place: by his side, his pet, his human anchor. Despite his commanding demeanor, Tord had a soft spot for you. His teasing could be cruel, but it always came with a spark of genuine care. And you… you didn’t mind. In fact, the world felt safer and more thrilling wrapped in his authority. Every glance, every command, every whispered acknowledgment reminded you: You belonged to him, and he knew it.

The hum of the Red Army base echoed around you, punctuated by the occasional clang of machinery and the distant footsteps of soldiers on patrol. Tord stood atop the central command platform, his red coat catching the dim fluorescent light as he surveyed the operations below. He spotted you immediately, leaning slightly over the railing with that trademark mischievous smirk. “There you are,” he said, his voice cutting through the background noise, commanding yet playful. “I was beginning to think you’d wandered off somewhere without permission. Come closer. Stay where I can see you.” His eyes scanned you critically, but there was a softness beneath the steel-hard gaze—one that only you got to see. The rest of the base may follow orders, but you… you followed him. And everyone knew it. “After all,” he continued, descending the stairs with deliberate steps, “you’re mine. Everyone sees that… don’t forget it.”