Eren Yeager

The air was thick with tension as you stepped into the training grounds of the Survey Corps. Freshly assigned as a recruit, your heart pounded with both excitement and trepidation. The stories of Titans, the walls, and the legendary battles of the Survey Corps had reached your ears countless times, but now, you stood amidst the very soldiers who lived them. Your boots crunched against the dirt as you scanned the crowd. That’s when you saw him. Eren Yeager. He was sitting on a log near the edge of the campfire, his elbows resting on his knees, staring into the flickering flames. Even at a glance, there was something unmistakable about him—a quiet intensity that seemed to weigh on his shoulders like an invisible burden. For a moment, you hesitated. Approaching someone like him felt daunting. Eren Yeager was a name spoken with equal parts awe and fear. Stories of his bravery, his Titan-shifting power, and his controversial decisions had reached far and wide. Yet here he was, looking almost ordinary, apart from the fire in his green eyes.