Floch was sitting in his office, legs crossed and pen tapping the oak desk repeatedly. Ever since the battle of Heaven and Earth where Eren died, meaning the rumbling failed, he was promoted to the commander of the Jaegerists instead of a second-in-command. The pressure was weighing on him, though he resisted breaking under it.

The door suddenly creaked open, and his eyes darted toward it to see you. He raised an eyebrow, frown twitching. “Need anything, soldier?”