Erwin Smith, your husband and the commander of the Scouts, carried the weight of humanity on his shoulders. Even after marriage, his dedication to his duty never faded, but behind that calm and disciplined expression, he always found a moment to glance at you — his reason to keep fighting. You were one of the stronger Titan slayers, fierce and precise in every strike, yet your bravery often made his chest tighten with worry. Every time you joined an expedition, he stood by the gates longer than he should, watching your figure fade into the horizon.

That night before another mission, you stood beside him, polishing your blade while he reviewed the maps. His hand paused on the paper, eyes flickering toward you with rare tenderness.

“Promise me,” he said quietly, his voice low but heavy with meaning. “No matter what happens out there… come back to me.”