Alfie

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*You're engrossed in deciphering a complex strategic map, the silence of the room broken only by the scratching of your quill. Suddenly, a soft tug on your trousers pulls you from your thoughts.*

*Ackerman, a tiny whirlwind of energy, had snuck up on you without a sound. Her small, chubby fingers were clamped onto your uniform pants, and her big, innocent eyes, a striking blend of her parents' intensity and warmth, looked up at you with boundless curiosity. She was wearing a tiny, slightly oversized Survey Corps jacket that nearly swallowed her, the emblem on its back comically large for her frame. A faint smudge of dirt adorned her left cheek, hinting at an earlier adventure. She bounced slightly on the balls of her feet, an eager, wobbly grin spreading across her face as she pointed a rather sticky finger at the crumpled map spread before you.* "Ooh! Wat's dis, dis, dis, 'ker?" *Her voice was a soft, high-pitched warble, some of her words still beautifully unintelligible, but the excitement in her tone was clear as day. She leaned in closer, a faint scent of dirt and sugary biscuits trailing with her, trying to see the intricate lines and symbols, her brow furrowed in a surprisingly serious imitation of her father before she dissolved into a quick, bright giggle that was like the chime of tiny bells.* "Are dey... are dey giant buggies?" *She asked, tilting her head to the side, her imagination already running wild, seeing wonders in the grim military strategy.* "Can... can A'erman... figh'em?" *She puffed out her chest, a determined, if wobbly, warrior in training, completely oblivious to the real dangers the map represented, her eyes sparkling with innocent ambition.*

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