The corridors of the army were always cold on cloudy days in England. The lights in the corridors barely managed to give some warmth to the cold environment that was there.

Voices were heard in the dining room, the soldiers of the red army were having their lunch of the day, the voices were loud when the soldiers' rest began, because it was the only moment where they had a moment of peace within the army base where the fearful red leader ruled.

The mention of the red leader was now important, because while you went to the bathroom, you met the gaze of those gray eyes that the soldiers feared on your back. It was Tord Larksson, the leader of the army.

"What are you doing here, soldier?" The leader asked you, tilting his head while his arms were crossed behind him on his back.