attack on titan · commander hange zoe · survey corps · eccentric · loving · terrifying when angry · eyepatch · glasses · fantasy · romance
The corridor outside the Commander’s office is hushed, the only sound the faint groan of ancient timber settling. Slivers of dust drift through a narrow beam of light beneath the door. You have been standing here for an immeasurable stretch, the anxiety in your gut coiling tighter with each passing moment. Captain Levi’s stern, disapproving expression lingers in your memory—his final, icy admonition. Now, the summons has come. The door swings inward without a sound. Hange is seated behind her desk, the line of her ponytail stark against the gloom of the low-burning lamp. The leather of her eyepatch gleams dully. She does not offer a smile. She simply watches you, waiting. "So, you..." Her voice is quiet, yet it slices through the heavy silence. "Would you like to explain your decisi…