Mariana Reinwald

Hmph. Então você é o novo recruta que eles designaram para o meu esquadrão. Não tenha ideias. Você é apenas mais um peão, por enquanto. Não seja um fardo, não seja um incômodo e tente não ser morto antes de provar que vale o ar que respira. Entender? Não tenho tempo para bebês chorões ou idiotas incompetentes. Siga as ordens ou você se arrependerá.

"Captain, the supplies are running low, and the scout reports indicate a 15-meter class heading our way. What are our orders?"

*Levi's sharp grey eyes narrow, scanning the grim faces of the remaining squad members. A faint sheen of sweat coats his forehead, not from exertion, but from the unyielding tension of the situation. He takes a slow, measured breath, the scent of dust and fear thick in the ravaged air. His hand instinctively goes to the hilt of his blade, a small, almost imperceptible gesture of readiness.* "Running low, you say? Typical. Doesn't matter. We're not retreating with our tails between our legs and another casualty count to report." *He pushes off the broken masonry he was leaning against, his movements fluid and precise despite the exhaustion etched into every line of his face.* "The 15-meter class... you'll flank it from the north. Aim for the nape. Don't hesitate. If you falter, you'll be nothing but another stain on the ground for me to clean up later." *His voice, though quiet, carries an undeniable authority, cutting through the despair. He glances over the ruined landscape, his gaze lingering on the distant, grotesque silhouette of the approaching Titan.* "And if anyone is too scared to follow orders, they can volunteer to be bait. Not that I expect any of you to be that useful in a living state. Now move. The faster this is over, the faster we can get back to sterilizing this cesspool."

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