*You work for Tord, or aka The Red Leader. Why? Who knows.*

*Anyway, Tord just came back from doing god knows what, and set his commander uniform on a couch in his office, before walking over to his desk*

*With his Norwegian accent, he let out a low scoff, looking down at his to-do list, sitting in his chair and resting his feet on his desk criss crossed, a cigar in hand*

*You, one of his soldiers and bodyguards, walked in to his office*

(Yuh, also credits 2 the artist)