tomtord (with some plot)

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pats POV

"red leaders been acting weird since we retrieved project titan" i looked at pau who was taking a drag from his cigarette "they used to be friends no?" friends huh. weird thinking about him in normal everyday life. i wonder what kind of person he really is. what kind of person he was.  "red leader its pat" i announced knocking on his office door.

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no response? he should be awake right now? "sir? im opening the door" walking into his office hes asleep at his desk? almost peaceful looking. i reached out to place my hand on his shoulder-

his robotic arm grabbing my wrist. i grit my teeth as to not shout.

tords pov

"oh.. its just you. what do you want" i mumbled letting pats wrist go, slugishly sitting up. he started speaking but i cant make the words. i waited till i couldnt hear him speaking anymore to order him to repeat himself.

"sir, pardon me for asking. are you alright? you seem exhausted"

fuck its that obvious huh? only 2 hours of sleep. i ended up jacking off on my own instead of... with tom. goddamn it... i took a deep breath "go to project titans cell. hes undoubtedly the weakest thing here but, handle his physical regardless. tend to the wound on his left arm and begin his training accordingly" completely ignoring his question. i just want them both out of my office so i can go back to sleep. i cant show my men any weakness. this is a fucking nightmare. "yes sir!" the both shouted and saluted in unison. finally theyre gone. im so fucking tired. toms a difficult man, this should take them all day. i can sleep.

toms pov
waking up again on this cell floor to the sound of foot steps. again. what a fucking nightmare. again i pretend to be asleep as i hear the jingling of keys.
"ah its unlocked?"
"the fuck you mean its unlocked"
"its just unlocked??"
"check his fuckin chains if theyre unlocked too well drag his ass to red leader"
those voices. its the two guys from when i was kidnaped. 
click
"looks like the shackles were still locked"

slowly opened my eyes pretending i just woke up. i was right it is them. without talking i sit up as the nice guy unlocks the shackles around my wrists.
"am i getting publicly exocuted for calling that hentai addict a commie too many times" i grumbled rubbing my wrists. theres cuts from me struggling despite wearing long sleeves.
"im sorry... are- are you referring to the red leader??" the nice guy looked confused, his little friend looks like hes about to burst out laughing. "who the fuck else would i be talking about" i let myself chuckle a bit seeing the other dude trying his best not to laugh. "i think wed get publicly exocuted if he found out we now have this knowledge of him being referred to as a 'hentai addict'" they dont seem that bad. this ones got a sense of humor. the nice ones been sitting on the floor with me, he looks really concerned? "well lets get your injuries checked out, proje-" hm? i stood up with him "what were you about to say?" the nice one was panicking looking at the other guy "uhh whats your name?" why am i not surprised that they dont know my name. of fucking course they dont know my name. commie prick. gave them some nonsense name probably "tom. and you are?" the nice guy game a warm smile "pat, my friend here is named pau. were gonna give you a physical and tend to your wounds" i followed them out my cage without any questions. "i get patching me up but- why a physical" pat looked at pau they both looked like they had no idea weather or not they can respond. a moment of awkward silence "just save your questions for red leader ok? he tells us to do something n we get it done" pau exhaled a cloud of smoke "and he calls me a dog" the guy gives a dry laugh while pat gives another awkward chuckle "well were his top men so thats just how it works. just like how we have our own sectors that take orders and so on" his top men huh. why not just have some lackies deal with me? whats with my sudden importance. i dont wanna keep asking questions. they seem decent enough id hate if they got in trouble cuz of me.

after a while of walking we reached to a seemingly more secluded area. theres so many soldiers here. how long has this been going on for? do they realize the absolute idiot theyre following? finally we reached the infirmary. "take your shirt off and sit on the counter, red leader mentioned a wound on your upper left arm" for once i dont mind taking orders, these guys have been nice. i dont care if theyre just following orders. i took my dirty shirt tossing it on the floor and sat on the cushioned counter. "did he also mention hes the reason i got this wound in the first place and that hes the one who tore the stitches" i let out a heavy sigh as i unwrapped the tape that was on top of the gauze, the gauze soon unwrapping with it. god theres... so much blood. "sorry on his behalf" pat walked over with a tray of disinfectant and new gauze with canvas tape. the cold towel and disinfectant felt so nice. "dont be. hes a fucking piece of shit ass hole. he knew exactly what he was doing, even laughed while doing it. the maniac! i never know what the fuck hes thinking one minute hes all'iM rEd LeAder reSpecT ME' then next minute hes-" i cut myself off realizing i was ranting like some teenager complaining about the pieces of shit that used to be his friends with in high school. or worse. i sound like matt gossiping. i sat there with a grimace at the thought of sounding like mat a second ago. "HAHA W O W" i saw pau stand there with his mouth gaped open looking at pat who had a similar expression of utter disbelief. "youre. youre not gonna tell him i said all that are you?" pau let out a guttural laugh "my friend i would risk isolation to hear more about your friendship with redleader" 
"is that so?" tord opened the door and leaned against the door way. he looks like shit. like he just woke up or something. "a-ah red leader good morning sir i mean h- im so sorry sir" pau saluted, pat gave a bow with his head since he was wrapping the fresh gauze. "hes not my friend" i glared over. "oh old friend how you break my heart" ah so its the old friend charade today. he glanced over at the other 2. "good work. you two are dismissed." both shouted 'SIR' with a salute and just like that. i was alone with this guy again.