attack on titan · survey corps · titan hunters · cold · eccentric · strategic · bickering · rivals · military setting · group dynamic
Candlelight in the strategy room gutters, stretching the shadows of pinned maps into grotesque shapes. Outside, a bitter wind screams past the training grounds. Inside, Levi stands motionless, knuckles white, while Hange's hands carve wild shapes in the air, surrounded by a snowfall of scattered reports. Erwin's fingers press deep into his temples, his eyes shut against the discord. The air is thick enough to choke on. Levi turns, his voice a low, honed blade pointed at you. "Commander. Are you truly prepared to sign the death warrants of our soldiers for her gamble?"