| Saturday, 16th March, 3:06PM |

Tom was laying on top of his bed, tuning his bass and humming to himself when he heard a knock on the door.

He walked up to the door and opened it, peeking through the crack of it and seeing it was Tord.

"Hey Tord, everything alright?" He said as Tord budged by him and walked into his room,

"Nope." Tord said, his tone seeming angry, he took a deep breath and turned towards Tom.

"Purple base is out to get us, they've planned to attack us tommorow on Sunday, 17th of March around midnight, when most of my army would be out in another battle, so looks like this might be your first taste of what i'm getting you into."

He placed his hands folded behind his back and began pacing around Tom's room, drowning in his own thoughts.

Tom took a deep breath and placed his hands behind his back, looking at Tord.

"I'll do it. Whatever I have to."

Tord looked at Tom in astonishment, "Wait really?"

"Yeah. I know how to use a gun, I know how to throw daggers, I know more than you think, Red."

Tord smirked and him and looked at the floor, walking towards him, "Looks like Classic Stupid Tom got smarter while I was away." He stepped infront of him and looked at him, observing Tom.

messy hair

eye mask which just made him look 10x cooler

slim but strong-looking body

sharp jawline with slight stubble

raggedy blue hoodie.

"God, you wear that hoodie wherever you go, doesn't it get boring?"

Tom snuggled up to his hoodie and sniffed it, "It just reminds me of Edd and Matt, is that such a problem?"

"Well it is now, people might recognise you from the hoodie, so here." Tord went into Tom's wardrobe and went to the top shelf and pulled out a box.

He placed it on top of the bed and took off the lid, showing an outfit which wasn't a blue hoodie suprisingly.

"Try this on." Tord handed him the box and looked at him, a slight tint of pink in his face

"Alright then, could I maybe - oh I dunno - have some privacy?"

Tord smirked and sat on the bed, "Yeah sure, go on into the bathroom"

"Dick." Tom said, laughing as he walked into his bathroom, box in his hands.

After a few minutes of rustling coming from the bathrooms, Tord walked out in long (dark blue) sleeved shirt with a black vest on top, topped off with a black tie tucked under the vest.

He turned to the mirror in the room and began to check himself out, turning left and right and messing with his hair, "How is it?"

"It suits you, pun not intended, but it really does. I tried to make sure it was your size, if any of the sizes don't work, let me know."

"No, No, I really like it and it fits well."

"Alright..." Tord said, his eyes not breakimg contact from Tom.

He turned to Tord and laughed, "Keep your eyes straight, Tord."

Tord gave a confused look, "Hold up, what do you mean?" he chuckled under his breath.

"Oh it's nothing bad, I was just joking but if we are on this topic, I just need to ask..."

"Ask what?-"

"Tord are you gay?.." Tom blurted out

Tord began sniggering and then burst out laughing, "You think I'm gay?"

Tom smiled slightly, not being able to stop himself from laughing along with him,

"Well you've just seemed very flirty towards me and you've just been acting really nice."

Tord began chuckling again, "I don't really know how to explain this without it sounding gay but like we're going to be spending most of our time together and we're gonna have to get pretty comfortable with each other pretty quick."

Tom nodded and had a look of realisation in his face, "Yep, I've just realised and I understand" He began chuckling along with Tord.

"Anyway, about tommorow, I need to know for definite that you're skilled with the weapons and skilled during an attack, so follow me."

Tom modded and followed Tord through a long hallway until they entered a shooting range.

"Alright, just choose any old gun and we'll get to it."

Tom just blindly chose the first gun that he saw and stood in Row #7, there was nobody else in the shooting range at this time weirdly enough.

"Alright so what you have to do fi-" Tom blew Tord off and aimed his gun at the test dummy and fired three shots, one of the bullets going through the dummy's head and the other two going into his chest.

Tord stood there in awe as Tom's messy hair getting slightly more messy with every gunshot, his body in the perfect stance and he seemed very focused on the dummy and aiming his gun flawlessly at it.

"Holy shit." Tord said, his mouth and eyes wide open in astonishment, "That was amazing."

Tom turned to Tord, he just looked ten times sexier when holding a gun and looking serious.

"Thanks." He said, placing the gun on his shoulder and smirking.

Tord grabbed a gun for himself and aimed it at the dummy, "Try and aim for their head, the heart is a more difficult target from what other soldiers say."

Tom smirked at Tord again, grabbing some ammo and walking over to Row #1 and shot once exactly where the heart would be and one in the head and began to walk down all the rows doing it to each one,

he eventually got to Row #10 which was the one before Tord's row and shot twice where the heart would be and twice in the head.

Tord turned to Tom, the expression on his face was hilarious. "Sorry what did you say?" Tom laughed at Tord and booped him.

"How the fuck do you do that?"

"I don't even know honestly."

Tord let out a light chuckle and walked towards Tom and placed two fingers on his chin again, leaning closer to him.

"Wait Tord what're you doi-"

"Shut up a minute and show me your gun."

Tom handed Tord his gun and Tord began to inspect it,

"Tom, you just shot a bunch of dummies flawlessly with this exact gun, correct?"

"Yeah but Tord, what's wrong?"

"Shush..." Tord paused a second before his eyes widened and he tensed up, "Tom this gun has no scopes on them."

He dropped the gun and placed his fingers back on Tom's face and moved his face side to side, looking at his eye mask.

"Holy shit you're facemask gave you sharpshooter vision!" Tord said, an eager yet shocked smile on his face.

"But there is scopes on the gun I used, look!" Tom went to point at the scope then realised there wasn't one

"Oh. My. God." Tom said, a mischievous smirk on his face, "Well, do I need to do anymore preparation for tommorow?"

Tord laughed and rolled his eyes, "Yep, you're so shit at shooting Tom, so we'll need to practice nonstop." He said sarcastically

Tom began to laugh with Tord as Tord took both of their guns and placed them back on the rack, placing the one without a scope in its own corner.

He grabbed a sharpie out of his pocket and wrote 'Doll' on the side with a star next to it.

"I'll cya tommorow Tord."

Tord smiled and waved at Tom as he was leaving the room,

"Yeah, cya tommorow, Doll."