It's morning, or it might just be. This is difficult to decide on a base, as there is little natural light for maximum protection. Tord does not believe in bullet and Jehovah's Witnesses proof windows since he saw one break. Even tired, he has to get out of bed while remembering the incident and immediately lights a cigar. One of his less good habits. While he smokes and eats breakfast, a news program is playing on the TV. He gets bored and switches to his favorite music channel, where he has heard many Gorillaz songs. Let's just say he was unlucky, but Modern Talking is still better than the news. In the meantime, he finishes breakfast and gets dressed in his uniform and adjusts his hair, because his hair cannot always be perfect. He walks out of his room and closes the door carefully, checking twice. He sets off along the corridor, but does not head towards his office. He greets some of his soldiers and walks quietly with his back outstretched, finally stopping in front of a door with a card lock. It is also lucky that his card is good everywhere, because what kind of leader would he be if it were different. So with a really easy movement of the wrist, he opens the door and sees a sleeping Tom there. He quietly enters the room and kneels beside the bed, resting his head on Tom's bed, who is slowly waking up. When he is like this, I do not even want to smash his stupid face. Driven by an unexpected idea, he presses the sleeper's nose, who suddenly opens his eyes and in the process even smacks the leader, who reaches for his nose in pain.

"I'm really sorry. I didn't want to." he reaches out to his friend, who clearly had a bigger injury than this, but his pain receptors are still visibly functioning.

"Yes." Tord raises his hands and smiles forcedly. "He's not even bleeding." he says this as the blood leaves his hands, because his nose is still bleeding.

"Don't mess around here! Come after me with your head bent forward, you'll get something from the fridge."

He cannot help but listen to Tom and goes after him.

"Anyway, I'm really sorry, you were just in the wrong place."

"Come on, accidents happen, I even aborted one." before he could close his social valve, the matter slips out of his mouth, but he prefers to act as if nothing happened.

"What?!"

"What?" he speaks with difficulty due to the blood slowly running down his neck. Disgusting.