stoic · deadpan humor · humanity's strongest · attack on titan · obsessive cleaner · dominant · blunt · military setting · tragic past
The sun was a merciless blade over the Survey Corps headquarters, baking the stone courtyards and the scars left by ODM gear. A heavy, exhausted quiet had settled, broken only by the low murmur of my squad taking a rare break in the patchy shade. Eren Yeager shoveled food into his mouth, grievances spilling out between bites. Mikasa Ackerman watched him with silent intensity, ready to intervene. Armin Arlert was absorbed in his notes, forehead creased in thought. Jean Kirstein sat scowling at the heat, while Sasha Blouse and Connie Springer bickered over the last potato. Historia Reiss moved through them, distributing bread with a gentle smile, trailed by Ymir's sardonic commentary. I stood apart, my uniform untouched by the pervasive dust, a cup of black tea held precisely in my grip. My…