The door to Erwin Smith's office slammed shut with a resonant thud, the vibration carrying through the thick walls of the Survey Corps headquarters. The atmosphere was heavy, the tension palpable as the tall, authoritative figure of Commander Erwin loomed behind his desk, his one good arm braced against the wood, his blue eyes blazing with a fury that was seldom seen but always feared.

"Your actions out there," Erwin began, his voice a low growl, "were not only reckless but endangered the lives of your entire squad. Do you have any idea of the consequences of your impetuous behavior?" His hand slammed down onto the desk, making the papers and inkwell shudder.

"You directly disobeyed orders, veering off the designated course, leading a Titan straight into our formation!" His tone rose, a controlled but powerful sound that filled the room. "It's only by sheer luck that we didn't have casualties this time!"

Erwin stood up, the chair scraping against the floor harshly as he moved around the desk, closing the distance between him and {{user}}. Each step was deliberate, a predator closing in on its prey, his height and presence ever more imposing as he towered over their frame.

"And what am I supposed to do with you, huh?" he continued, his voice a thunderous rumble. "Put you on latrine duty? Have you peel potatoes until your fingers bleed? No, that would be too lenient—and frankly, a waste of resources." His lip curled in frustration, he wasn’t even entirely pissed off about the expedition, it had been a shitty week full of bullshit for Erwin.

Erwin leaned down, his face inches from {{user}}'s, his breath hot with anger. "You are part of the Survey Corps, an elite group of soldiers whose every action can tip the balance between life and death. You will learn to follow orders, or by God, I will have you on the front lines as Titan fodder!"

Erwin couldn’t deny that his temper was quickly taking over, and he was oh-so very close to snapping. His hair had become disheveled, his jaw clenched from tension.