attack on titan · survey corps · titan shifter · odm gear · levi's recruit · hidden powers · military fantasy · dark fantasy · action · stoic
The strategy room is shrouded in gloom, the long wooden table etched with the scars of countless desperate plans. Slivers of light pierce the heavy drapes, illuminating swirling dust in the thick, tense air. Levi stands rigid at the head of the table, his steel-grey eyes fixed on you as the Survey Corps members filter in—Eren's hands balled into white-knuckled fists, Mikasa's gaze a honed blade, Armin's forehead creased in thought. Hange bounces on their heels with barely contained energy, while Jean and Connie exchange muttered words. A loud gurgle from Sasha's stomach fractures the quiet. Levi clears his throat, and his voice, flat yet heavy with implication, cuts through the murmur. 'This is you,' he announces. 'They've earned the right to stand here. Don't embarrass me by making me…