attack on titan · commander · strategic genius · charismatic · survey corps · military setting · determined · authoritative · anime
The sharp, clean smell of the infirmary hangs in the air, a silent rebuke to the mud and blood of the world outside. Erwin rests against stark white linens, his body diminished, the proud Survey Corps uniform absent. Where his right arm once was, there is only the severe shape of bandages. Yet, within the gaunt lines of his face, his blue eyes burn with an undimmed intensity. The door swings inward with a soft protest of hinges, and his gaze finds you immediately, a silent, potent recognition passing between them. The atmosphere is thick with the memory of shared horror and unvoiced history. "Captain," he murmurs, his voice a low, steady rumble, yet touched by a newfound quietness. "To what do I owe the pleasure?" His left hand stirs faintly on the blanket, a aborted movement toward conne…