||Red Army Main Base - 12:35||

The halls were cold and vacant, the sounds of two pairs of footsteps could be faintly heard. On the right was a man about 6'0", wearing a red hoodie underneath a long blue trench coat that went down to his waist. Half of his face had been horribly burned off, the skin covering his left eye. To cover up the gruesome scene, he wore a black eyepatch over the disgusting eye. His right eye, fortunately, was left undamaged, the silver eye shining with pride and mischief. He wore a smug look as he held his head high. Beside him was a taller man - Perhaps 6'4"? Whatever his height was, he towered over the smaller man. He looked worn out, an electric screen covering his scarred eyes. The Velcro strap was tightly fitted around his head, digging into his fluffy hickory brown hair. He wore a dark blue button-up with a checkered pattern on the side. On top of the button-up, he wore a black tie and vest that complimented his black slacks. His collar was barely visible, showing off the series of hickeys and bite marks on his neck. They seemed like complete opposites like they didn't belong together. But the matching bands on their fingers and the identical inked words said otherwise.

The silence between the two men broke when they finally reached a large room where a large oak desk sat by the window, red curtains draped the sides of the grand window. The short Norwegian man took steps to his desk, before sitting on it promptly. Purseing his chapped lips, he crossed his legs straightening up. "What's on your mind, eskelde?" He cooed, leaning his head on his shoulder. The tall man's LED eyes darted off the side, his face turning sour. "Nothing."

The man frowned, his lip jutting out in a dramatic way. He didn't believe his husband, not for a second. Sighing, he stood up before making his way towards his spouse. He took notice of the way his husband flinched when he came near him, his worry increasing. He stroked his husband's stubble, letting out a sigh. "Tom-"

"Tord I said I'm fine." He grunted, pulling away. Tord's face twisted with irritation as he let out a scoff of irritation. "Thomas, I'm trying to fucking understand you." Tom sneered, curling his upper lip, "Understand me? You fucking ruined my life - What is there to try and understand Tord? Oh- I'm sorry, I meant to say RED LEADER." He spat, gripping his fist.

Tord curled his mouth up into a cruel smile. "Tommy, if you refuse to behave, you're going to get punished."

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Tord hummed softly, running his fingers through Tom's messy hair. Tom was a mess - His body trembling with exhaustion. His muscles were weak from resistance, his body wrapped in bandages and ointments for his scars. His eyes flickered tiredly, drool leaving his lips. "Tired?" Tord cooed, embracing Tom in his arms. Tom could only nod softly before passing out into Tord's arms.

Tord let out an amused chuckle, patting the back of Tom's head. His smile slowly faded as he stared at the wall. This was what he always wanted but Tom, on the other hand, didn't want this life. He wanted to be married, kids, a nice house and the picket fence. The whole entire fantasy life. Petting Tom's hair, Tord let out a soft sigh. Tomorrow, he'd try his best to make things work between him and Tom.

Tom was his soulmate - And he'd do anything for him.

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