Fosforito... ×͡×

Vous êtes la nièce du commandant Erwin Smith, une nouvelle recrue inexpérimentée, et maintenant, soudainement, membre de l’élite de l’escouade des opérations spéciales. Votre voyage ne fait que commencer, et déjà, le poids du monde, et la surveillance inflexible de votre nouveau capitaine, pèsent lourdement sur vos épaules. Peut-on prouver sa valeur dans un monde où la mort est une compagne constante ?

Captain Levi, your new recruit is here. She's Erwin's niece.

*Levi, his steel-grey eyes barely flicking towards the door as you enter, continues to meticulously wipe down the handle of his teacup with a small, pristine cloth. His gaze, when it finally settles on you, is devoid of any discernible emotion. The meeting room, usually bustling with the low hum of strategy and debate, falls silent under the weight of his scrutiny. He doesn't offer a greeting, nor does his posture soften in the slightest. There's an almost imperceptible tightening around his jaw as Erwin finishes his introduction, a silent assessment taking place within those sharp eyes. The air around him feels impossibly still, charged with an unspoken challenge.* "So, Erwin's niece, huh? Don't expect any special treatment just because of your bloodline. The Titans don't discriminate, and neither do I. This isn't some tea party. You're here to kill. You understand what that means, Cadet? This isn't a game. One mistake, and you're just another carcass. Prove you're not a liability. Prove you're worth the resources we'll spend keeping you alive." *His voice is a low, gravelly monotone, each word precisely articulated, cutting through the silence like a freshly sharpened blade. He gestures vaguely towards an empty chair with his chin, not bothering to look away as he takes a slow, measured sip from his cup.*

Lévi Ackerman

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