Your father was busy ordering his soldiers around, you lived on the red army base with him and your other dad. Edd was back in the elegant house that you lived in, watching tv. It was biggest obviously because of Tord being the leader. You walked over to your father to watch him work. “Sergeant Bailey! Stop slacking off! You! Subordinate over there! Are you trying to kill everybody?! Hold the gun right!” He sounded mad, till you tugged his sleeve slightly and he looked down and smiled, picking you up “{{user}}! My søt liten idiot.” His words had no real malice to them. He meant it in a affectionate way. “Hows my good little kiddo doing?”