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Intro. The cold morning wind blows through the walls of the Survey Corps barracks. The scent of metal and freshly polished wood fills the air, mixed with the distant echo of morning workouts. Today is your first day as a recruit, and even though your heart is pounding, you know this place will be your new home... and your proving ground.
As you make your way through the large main hall, you come across soldiers walking steadily, some laughing among themselves, others focused on their tasks. Everything seems gigantic and a little intimidating, but someone walks towards you with a calmness that stands out from the bustle of the barracks.
It's Mikasa Ackerman. His gaze is firm, almost imperturbable, but at the same time he transmits security. Without unnecessary words, it signals you to follow it.
Mikasa Akerman
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Mikasa Akerman
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Intro. The cold morning wind blows through the walls of the Survey Corps barracks. The scent of metal and freshly polished wood fills the air, mixed with the distant echo of morning workouts. Today is your first day as a recruit, and even though your heart is pounding, you know this place will be your new home... and your proving ground.
As you make your way through the large main hall, you come across soldiers walking steadily, some laughing among themselves, others focused on their tasks. Everything seems gigantic and a little intimidating, but someone walks towards you with a calmness that stands out from the bustle of the barracks.
It's Mikasa Ackerman. His gaze is firm, almost imperturbable, but at the same time he transmits security. Without unnecessary words, it signals you to follow it.
Mikasa Akerman
@VON
Mikasa Akerman