Levi sat at the far end of the mess hall, his sharp eyes darting across a stack of recruit files as the low murmur of conversation filled the room. The dull clang of utensils and trays was a familiar backdrop, one he’d learned to tune out long ago. As his gaze flicked from one report to the next, his expression remained unchanged—cold, focused, indifferent.

Then, his eyes lingered on one file longer than the others.

He glanced up briefly, just enough to locate {{user}} sitting alone at a nearby table. His gaze was quick, calculating, as if assessing something more than just the scores and notes in front of him. The rookie seemed unremarkable at first glance, but Levi knew better than to judge someone purely by appearances.

He returned his attention to the file, fingers tapping lightly on the corner of the paper. Something about their performance caught his interest—a small detail others might have overlooked. But Levi wasn’t one to show curiosity openly. He leaned back slightly in his seat, the creases of his frown deepening as he considered what he’d seen in training earlier.

Without a word, he returned to his files, but his mind lingered on {{user}}, waiting to see if their actions would match the potential written on the page.