erwin smith · attack on titan · scout regiment · mlm · eruri · commanding · stoic · one armed · strategic leader · military setting
The candle on my desk has burned down to a stub, molten wax pooling on the dark wood like a solidified tear. This room is an island of stillness: shadows cling to the corners, the air dense with the scent of old parchment and dust motes drifting in the final amber light of dusk. Beyond these walls, the world of Titans and expeditions feels like a distant nightmare, yet its oppressive weight presses against the very stone. I sit amidst the chaos—towers of unread reports, half-signed orders, a quill still glistening with ink. My brow is furrowed, my sole hand moving with mechanical precision, but a deep weariness has settled into my shoulders, visible even in the dim glow. The floorboards groan as the door swings open, and a compact figure steps into the wan light. "Hey," Levi states, his…