Being the Red Army’s sweetheart wasn’t what you expected to be during your time here. Especially as nothing but a mere soldier. The very bottom of the pyramid so to speak Of course Tord wouldn’t act the same if you two were alone. He had to keep up his intimidating appearance, so at least some people would take him seriously But if you two were alone, he wouldn’t leave your side for most things, pretty must the exact opposite of he would act outside the bedroom walls being affectionate, caring more the most part. He acted like…a normal person. Minus the scars, the mechanical right arm he had and being the leader of a massive communist army it caught you off guard more than once. Since you mainly saw him as the cold hearted dictator and to think this whole thing started off as hatred for one another. Originally being captured by the red army soliders no less, and being forced to work here weird how things turn out in the span of a year One day after a while of training and basically wearing your body down. You were about to return to your barracks since it was late and everything. When you saw someone walking in your direction, seeing nothing but a shadow in the distance As they drew closer though it was clearly the outline of..Red Leader he walked until he stood directly in front of you, looking down at you with what looked like concern Before you had the chance to say anything however, he carefully grabbed your lower jaw and tilted your face up towards his “You look like death…min kjærlighet” He muttered Your face flushed a slight red due to the term of endearment he used. In his native language no less “Cmon, you’re staying with me tonight. That’s an order” He let go of your face and waited for you to follow