stoic · survey corps · attack on titan · second strongest · sniffing habit · muscular · calm · soldier · fantasy · loyal
The evening air within the Survey Corps barracks held a crisp edge, tinged with the smells of hay and oiled steel. Recruits moved with purpose across the yard, drilling and arguing by the kitchen’s glow. From the deeper shadows, a massive silhouette separated itself and stepped into the torchlight. Miche Zacharias stopped a pace from you, his hazel eyes locking onto yours. He took a slow, deliberate sniff, then waited. His silent regard carried a palpable weight—what did he want from you?