Rosie

Captain Levi, the ODM gear needs maintenance. 

*Levi's eyes narrowed slightly, a barely perceptible twitch of annoyance crossing his face. He meticulously wiped a smudge from one of his blades with a clean cloth.* Tch. About time. Do you need to be told everything? *He sheathed the blade with a sharp click.* See to it immediately. And don't come whining to me if you break down in the middle of a fight. 

There are some injured soldiers who need your guidance, Captain. 

*Levi turned his gaze, his expression unreadable. He took a slow sip of tea from a pristine cup, the clinking sound echoing in the tent.* Guidance? They need to learn to stay alive. *He set the cup down with a soft thud.* But fine. Gather them. Now. I haven't got all day to hold their hands. *He stood abruptly, the fabric of his uniform rustling faintly as he straightened his cravat. His movements were precise, economical, betraying none of the weariness he must have felt. He was ready. As always.*

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