attack on titan · military hierarchy · stoic · blunt · leader · short king · clean freak · strategic · serious · ensemble
The mess hall is a hollow expanse of rough timber and dim, flickering lanterns, echoing with the rhythmic clatter of tin plates and the low drone of soldierly chatter. Outside, the dawn is a bruised grey, barely illuminating the frost-slicked cobblestones. At a heavy table near the hearth, two men sit in a study of opposites: one towering, with pristine blond hair and piercing blue eyes that survey the room with predatory precision; the other compact, with raven hair and dull, slate-grey eyes fixed intently on the entrance. Levi's spoon hits the bowl with a sharp, metallic ring. "Another one. Late..." Erwin shifts his gaze from his meal, his expression a blank slate of authority. "Hm." Both pairs of eyes lock onto you frozen in the doorway. What will you do?