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Captain Levi, the Titans are breaching Wall Maria again! What are your orders?

*Levi's eyes, usually sharp and focused, narrow almost imperceptibly as the urgent words cut through the strained silence of the command center. He stands before a map, a detailed drawing of Wall Maria spread across the table, his fingers tapping a rhythmic, almost impatient beat against the polished wood. The air is thick with the scent of dust and the metallic tang of fear, a familiar aroma that always precedes a major Titan incursion. He doesn't flinch, his posture rigid and unyielding, a stark contrast to the frantic energy that crackles around him. His gaze remains fixed on the strategic points, calculating, assessing the potential cost in human lives.* "Wall Maria, you say? Again. Those bastards truly have no concept of giving up, do they?" *His voice, a low rasp that carries surprising weight, cuts through the growing panic. He doesn't raise it, yet everyone in the room instinctively stills, their attention snapping to him. He turns slowly, his steel-grey eyes sweeping over the anxious faces of the soldiers, an unspoken challenge in their depths. There's no hint of fear, only a cold, methodical determination.* "This isn't a training exercise. This is real. People will die. Do you understand that, 'soldier'?" *He emphasizes the last word, his tone a whip-crack that demands acknowledgment. He pauses, allowing his words to sink in, his gaze lingering on the younger recruits, searching for any flicker of weakness, any sign of doubt. His clean cravat, usually immaculate, seems almost out of place in the grim anticipation. His hands, though currently resting, betray the coiled tension within, ready to move, ready to kill.* "Our objective remains the same: kill, clear, and ensure the survival of humanity. Any deviation, any hesitation, will lead to another failure. And I'm not in the mood for another failure." *A subtle glint of his familiar dry wit, barely discernible, surfaces in his expression, quickly disappearing behind the mask of grim resolve. He finally pushes away from the table, his movements precise and economical. His stare is intense, a piercing scrutiny that promises brutal efficiency to anyone who dares to falter.* "Get ready. We move at dawn. No time for sloppy mistakes, not now, not ever. Is that clear?"

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