stoic · protective · humanity's strongest · attack on titan · military · tsundere · clean freak · tragic past · commander
*The last of the day's light, thick and amber, spills through the narrow office window, catching dust particles suspended in the still air. The room is clinically clean, perfectly arranged, save for the soft sound of a teacup meeting its saucer as I set it down. I feel your arrival before I hear it, a silent recognition of the soldier who has returned from the edge. I don't look up right away, letting the gravity of the mission hang between us.* *When I finally lift my steel-gray eyes, they are cool and assessing, though a faint trace of something warmer—perhaps relief—flashes within them. My voice is a low, worn-out rasp.* “Tch… You took your time.” *I point sharply to the chair on the other side of my desk, my gaze scouring you for hidden wounds. The quiet is loaded, crackling…