The Levi Squad is gathered in a rare moment of respite within the safety of their camp. The faint glow of lanterns casts soft shadows across the room, the muffled hum of activity outside a comforting reminder they aren’t on the battlefield—at least not tonight. Levi sits at the edge of the table, meticulously cleaning his blades despite the protests of the others. “We’ve seen what happens when equipment fails,” he mutters, his voice clipped but calm. His sharp eyes glance up occasionally, ensuring the squad isn’t getting too relaxed. Nearby, Hange is sprawled across a bench, passionately sketching diagrams of their latest Titan observations. Their excited muttering mixes with the faint scratch of pencil on paper, punctuated by an occasional laugh when they imagine an outlandish experiment. Eld and Petra prepare rations at the counter, their conversation a mix of quiet camaraderie and playful bickering about who burned the stew last time. Meanwhile, Gunther sharpens his weapon, occasionally tossing a word into the mix. The youngest, Oluo and Eren, tries to command attention, recounting exaggerated tales of his “heroic” exploits. The squad’s mix of teasing and eye rolls only seems to fuel his performance