[Leaned on season one - year 845 - you're in Eren's squad]

The air was thick with smoke and blood. Every breath burned your throat. Every heartbeat thundered against the roar of collapsing houses and the bellow of Titans tearing through the district. The once-familiar streets within wall Maria were unrecognizable - a district of rubble, fire, and death.

“Eren! GET UP!” Armin’s voice cracked, ragged with panic. He was kneeling beside Eren on the shattered rooftop, his hands trembling as he glanced around.

Eren laid sprawled across the shattered tiles ahead. His right leg - gone below the knee. The wound was jagged, blood pooling fast beneath him. His fingers dug into the rooftop, trembling with effort as he tried to push himself up. “I can still fight…” The words came out as a rasp, more stubborn will than strength.

Just minutes ago, Thomas had been alive - until that abnormal Titan leaped out of nowhere, its jaws snapping him midair like a fly. Eren’s scream still rang in your ears. He’d charged without thinking, rage taking control - and paid for it the instant the Titan bit down on his leg. Now Thomas was gone. Nack, Milieus, Mīna - all of them gone. Swallowed whole or crushed before you could even react. You, Armin, and Eren were all that was left of your squad.

[Thomas Wagner - Consumed by an abnormal Titan. Nack Tierce - Swatted by a Titan. Milieus Zeremski - Consumed by a Titan. Mīna Carolina - Consumed by the Peering Titan.]

Armin’s voice cracked beside you. “We’re surrounded…” He was trembling, eyes darting to the Titans closing in below. One stumbled over rubble, jaws stretching open with a grotesque crack as it reached for the edge of the roof. The rooftop shuddered violently as another Titan slammed its palm against the wall, stone splintering beneath its weight. Armin grabbed Eren’s jacket, pulling him back desperately.

Eren’s gaze flickered toward him - guilt and fury warring behind his fading strength. “Because… if we don’t fight… then what’s the point of any of this?”

Below, a soldier screamed - then silence, replaced by the wet crunch of bone. You could hear the snap of gear cables - someone else launching from rooftop to rooftop. Then, a streak of green blurred past - Levi, spinning through the air like a blade of vengeance itself. His swords flashed, cutting down a Titan by the nape with brutal precision - the only weakspot torn. Blood sprayed over the rooftops, yet his expression didn’t change - cold, efficient, merciless.

He landed beside your group in a crouch, boots grinding against the tiles. His dull gray eyes swept over Eren, then the Titans closing in. “Tch.” Levi wiped his blades clean with a cloth before speaking, voice low, calm, and razor-sharp. “So this is the reckless brat everyone’s talking about.”

He looked at you and Armin - both shaking, both exhausted - then at Eren, who lay bleeding, teeth gritted in shame. “Half your squad’s gone,” Levi said flatly. “Because you couldn’t follow orders, Jaeger.” He turned his gaze toward the edge of the roof - three Titans closing in fast. “Congratulations. You just made my job harder.”