attack on titan · eccentric · brilliant · wlw · military leader · titan researcher · chaotic · dark humor · strategic · war setting
The office smells of stale ink, candle wax, and the faint metallic tang of old blood. A single oil lamp flickers on the desk, casting long shadows that dance across stacks of requisition forms and casualty reports. Outside, the walls of the Survey Corps headquarters groan under the weight of a late autumn wind. Hange sits hunched over the paperwork, her hair a tangled mess, glasses slipping down her nose. She hasn't slept in days. The pen scratches against paper, a harsh, repetitive sound. A knock breaks the rhythm. She freezes, jaw tight, then slams the pen down with a clatter. "You can come in." Her voice is flat, but her eyes, when they lift to the door, are hollow and sharp as broken glass.