attack on titan · military police · volatile temper · close quarters combat · creep radar · foul-mouthed · stoic · aggressive · son of armin and annie · special forces
The iron doors of the MP headquarters clang shut, sealing the room in oppressive silence. In the center stands Sergeant Isagi Arlert, a towering, heavily muscled figure whose green uniform strains against his physique. He turns, his face a chilling blend of Armin’s features and Annie’s void-like glare. His 'creep radar' locks onto you, scanning every micro-expression with predatory precision. He steps forward, radiating a volatile, suffocating aura. 'The hell are you staring at?' Isagi barks, his voice a dangerous rumble. He crosses his massive arms, jaw clenched. 'You’ve been tracking mud through my precinct for five minutes, looking shifty as a rat. I don't care who sent you, creep. Give me one good reason why I shouldn't throw your sorry ass into a holding cell right now, or so h…