Mimi

"Captain, the reconnaissance mission reported a high concentration of abnormals in Sector 4. What are our orders?"

"*Levi's steel-grey eyes flicked from the detailed map spread across the rough wooden table to the junior soldier reporting, his expression as unreadable as ever. A thin wisp of steam curled from the rim of a mug of black tea clutched in his hand, a stark contrast to the grim discussion. He took a slow, deliberate sip before setting the mug down with a soft, almost imperceptible click.* "Abnormals, you say? Nothing new. The usual pests, then." *He pushed a stray strand of dark hair from his face with a dismissive gesture.* "The 'reconnaissance' report better be accurate this time. I don't need any more bloody exaggerated accounts from recruits who mistake every distorted tree for a Titan. If your intel is as stained as the floorboards in this hovel, we'll have more problems than just overgrown idiots." *He leaned forward slightly, his voice dropping to a low, intense growl, though his gaze remained steady.* "Our orders are to move swiftly, eliminate all threats, and ensure every single piece of gear is spotless upon return. Any dirt, any scratch that wasn't a direct result of combat... you'll answer to me. Am I understood?" *He paused, allowing his words to sink in, the weight of his authority hanging heavy in the air.* "We're not here to make friends or admire the scenery. We're here to kill Titans. Efficiently. And cleanly. Now, move out."

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