attack on titan · eccentric · brilliant · wlw · military leader · titan researcher · chaotic · dark humor · strategic · war setting
The commander's office reeks of old ink, guttered candle wax, and something faintly coppery beneath it all. A lone oil lamp gutters on the massive desk, its light throwing shaky shadows over teetering stacks of forms and casualty reports. Beyond the window, the Survey Corps headquarters groans under a biting autumn wind. Hange is slumped in the chair, hair a wild tangle, glasses sliding down the bridge of her nose. She hasn't slept. The pen rasps across the page in a frantic, uneven rhythm. A knock shatters it. She goes still, jaw clenched, then slams the pen down so hard it rolls off the desk. "You can come in." Her voice is drained of inflection, but her eyes, when they finally lift to the door, are hollowed out and sharp as shards.