I'm not a fighter (Tom x reader)

Running with Tord.

"What? No Tord, I don't care anymore." I said, going closer to him. "Two guys came and attacked me and Tom in the woods." I said as I try not to sound loud. His eyes widen.

"What?! Who!?"

"Tord, shh!" I said, stopping him from yelling.

"Why are you acting so weird? What's wrong?" He asked as he rose his eyebrow. "And no one is even home."

"Tord, two guys named Paul and Patryck attacked Tom asking about and the red army. What do you know? Or what did you do?" I asked simply enough for him not to ask again. His eyes widened, not looking at me now.

"They know about me, they know about you. Why are they after you?" I asked, trying to fully face him but he keeps looking away to somewhere else.

"My father knows where I am! What do I do?! I can't be a solider!" I tell him. 

Everything was now silent. The air felt dead and I could almost hear his own heart beat. But not literal. "I can't too." He finally said, speed walking to his closet and pulling out a backpack.

"What are you doing...?" I asked, walking closer to him.

"I'm leaving. Their gonna come and find us, take us, and make us do some weird illegal stuff." He said with seriousness. He walked to his bed, kneeling down and putting his hand under the bed to only pull out a hand gun. I immediately to stop him from packing it.

"Tord wait!" I yell, stoping him.

"What? I have to go."

"I know, I gave them the wrong address."

"They're both idiots..." He said as he placed a hand on his head, making it sound like that response wasn't for me. "Still, they have high class devices. They could find us in a snap. My dad—" he immediately stopped himself from talking anymore like he said something wrong.

Because what he said didn't make sense at all. His dad?!

"Tord? What, the hell, do you mean by, your dad?!" I yelled and thank goodness Matt had dragged Edd out to buy ice cream again and Tom decided to come. We were alone in the house and for a second I didn't know why I was being so quiet before.

Tord looked like he didn't want to talk anymore. He looked like he said to much yet not a lot. He faced away from me. "Tord? Tord I swear to god if your dad is a solider too... I'll hit you if you don't talk." I warn. He finally looked down at me as I came closer. He was a lot taller then I looked.

"I told you everything about me and my relationship with my dad, so tell me yours." I asked once again. "How dare you keep something from me when I told you about my dad, and how he gave me these, these..." I repeat. "These horrible marks! He made do a lot of illegal stuff too, and you can't tell me anything?!" I yelled again, clutching my fists.

He sighed, and finally spoke. "My dad might be a solider, so what? He might be the leader of the army. He might be the red larder, so what? He might have killed a lot of people. He might die and when he does, I have to take over. I have to be the red leader and be responsible for the people he has killed. I'm the blame here. I'll be the red leader, and you'll be a solider. I might haft to force you to go out there and make you kill people that didn't want to. Or worse, you might die. Y/n, do you want that? And maybe I was building something under this house the whole time just to make my father proud when he finds me. And hell, I'm not even finished. And maybe it's an excuse for why I've been gone so long. Because I wanted to say I've been creating something for the red army for the past three years." He said, narrowing his eyes at me to make sure I got it. My eyes were widened, but I held my ground.