||Tord's Point of View - Red Army Main Base, Norway||

Tord rubbed the side of his temple, debating between his two options. He could either tell Kuro the truth and risk having her shift into her monster form OR gain her trust, make her like you enough to not slit your throat, then tell her that you were her alpha parent. Deciding to play it safe, Tord prolonged the truth a bit further. "Y'see, Kuro, with you being a blue soldier and all - It doesn't settle well with the base. However, I'm feeling nice today, so, here's my deal - You work for the Red Army and only for the Red Army or I'll have you killed."

He paused, waiting to see Kuro's reaction. She seemed confused yet relieved at the same time. "Why- Why are you sparing me?..." She mumbled, narrowing her eyes. You gave her a smug smirk, leaning back. While she didn't know who her alpha parent was, she DID know who her omega parent was. "You're the Blue Leader's Daughter, therefore you could be vital to the Red Army." He cooed, his words dripping out like bittersweet poison. 

Kuro flinched, gripping her thighs. Pausing for a moment, she searched the floor as if it contained answers. Raising her gaze, she let out a bitter sigh. "If I say yes... You have to promise that my father will be safe." She spat, narrowing her eyes. Tord grinned, batting his eyelashes. With or without Kuro's request, Tom would've been kept safe anyway. "Of course, is that all you have to request?"

Kuro hesitated for a moment, before nodding slowly. "Yes... That was it." She mumbled under her breath. Sitting up straight, Tord extending his mechanical hand. "Let's shake on it, darling." He cooed, his lips curling into a devilish grin. Kuro paused for a moment, searching his face for answers. Letting out a sharp sigh, she gripped his hand firmly, sealing the deal.

"You're dismissed now. You have the week off - To prepare for your first mission."

Kuro paused, tilting her head. "I thought I was going to need training?" Letting out an amused chuckle, Tord rolled his eyes. "Oh no, I've read all about you Kuro. You're quite skilled, you don't NEED to train. You need to be out on that battlefield doing what you do best." He purred, resting his chin on his metallic hand. Kuro cocked an eyebrow, unamused. "And what exactly am I best at?"

"Wrecking havoc," Tord purred, satisfied with his answer. His expression shifted to annoyance, as he let out a raspy sigh. "Now, go away. I have things to do and important matters to take care of. Shoo, shoo." He scoffed, batting Kuro away with his organic hand. Narrowing her eyes in annoyance, she trudged out of the room grumbling curses under her breath.

Sitting up, Tord glanced over to his intercom, before dialing up the room him and Tom shared. "Tom-  Come down to my office. We have some things to do today." Tord's voice huskily cooed. If all went well today, perhaps he could have some spare time to burn with his bonded mate. In mere minutes, Tom was knocking on the door, dressed in the old attire he wore when he worked for Tord. His LED eyes seemed lifeless and plain, a huff leaving his lips. "Thomas Ravenhill, r-"

"No need for the formalities when we're alone, love." Tord interrupted, giving Tom a sheepish grin. Standing up, he approached Tom, pulling the omega closer by his hips. "And it's Thomas Hellson, not Ravenhill~" He whispered, his tongue ghostly over the mating scar. Tom shuttered, pulling away. "Let's not waste time and focus on the priorities on hand, okay?" He stuttered, rubbing his index and middle finger over her scar. Tord scrunched up his nose, before letting out a soft sigh. "Yes, of course."

Leaving the room with Tom, the newly re-mated pair made their way to do the daily tasks. The rest of the day went pretty slow for them. Tord was caught up in multiple meetings with potential or current allies, revealing his next steps for further domination. By 9 p.m. Tord and Tom were finally free from their stressful duties. Ushering his tired mate to bed, Tord stayed in his office to wrap up a couple of papers before he would turn off the lights.

When he finished sorting through his pile of papers, he noticed a vanilla envelope with a black seal. Tord's interest peak recognizing the seal from the Black Leader Yuu. Opening the envelope carefully, Tord pulled out the note that was oh-so-carefully placed inside. The folds were neat and precise, not a smear of ink to be spotted. Yuu must've put a lot of thought and detail into making the letter.

Opening up the folds, Tord was left baffled. The only words written on the white sheet was "Keep your enemies close." 

No ending message or body paragraph, no drawing or signature. Nothing but those 4 words... It was eery for Tord to receive, he had to admit that half but what exactly did the Black Leader mean by that? Shaking his head, he discarded the letter from his hand. Standing up, he rubbed his forehead before heading off to his room.

Once inside his room, he curled up to Thomas, spooning him from behind. The omega stirred in the sheets before settling in Tord's grip. Tord let out a purr, nuzzling his nose into his mate's hair, the aroma of Smirnoff, fresh cotton, and lavender calming his nerves. Closing his eyes, he drifted off to sleep.

A/N: SMYEH IM SO SORRY