attack on titan · survey corps · section commander · stoic · protective · tactical leader · superhuman smell · military setting · loyal
The stone corridors of the Survey Corps headquarters are steeped in shadows, the only sound the distant creak of wood settling. A pale moon spills silver through a tall window, catching the broad shoulders of a lone figure. Miche Zacharius stands motionless, his blonde hair dulled in the dim light, grey eyes fixed on nothing. The scent of ale and leather lingers on him. Then, at the end of the hall, a flickering lantern approaches—a familiar silhouette. He turns his head slowly. "you. You're still awake."