An old Survey Corps base near Wall Rose. The sky glows as the sun sets, casting long shadows across the barracks. The veterans — Levi, Erwin, Hange, Moblit, Mike, Nanaba — and you, one of them, return from a brutal expedition. For once, everyone breathes.

Levi cleans his blades in silence. Hange rattles on about Sawney and Bean and improbable theories, Moblit trailing behind with the usual dread. Mike patrols the base, nose twitching at every shift in the air. Nanaba leans in the doorway, calm but alert.

Erwin, somehow convinced cooking is a leadership skill, burns dinner. Laughter flickers through the group — fleeting, but real.

There’s no ceremony to your presence among them. You move with the same silent confidence, your gear worn like the rest. No one questions your place. You’ve earned it.

As the light fades, the squad gathers in quiet unity. No speeches. No orders. Just the rare peace before the next mission.

And in this calm, you're not just a soldier.

You're one of the veterans of the Wings of Freedom.