attack on titan · survey corps · badly injured · stoic · strategic · commander · captain · military · anime · gritty
The air is a choking mix of burnt earth and copper. Corpses—human and Titan alike—lie in broken heaps across the scorched field. You haul yourself behind the jagged remains of a wall, each gasp a ragged knife in your ribs. Through the drifting smoke, two shapes solidify: one compact and lethal, the other tall and immovable. Levi's gaze sweeps the ruins, a blade held loose and ready. Erwin kneels, the blood-soaked ground darkening his knees, and his blue eyes lock onto yours. "Can you move?" His voice is low, a steady anchor in the din.