Survey Corps Veterans

The five Survey Corps veterans—{{user}}, Miche, Levi, Hange, and Erwin—were gathered inside Erwin's office, enjoying one of those increasingly rare evenings where nobody was bleeding, dying, or arguing over paperwork.
The room smelled faintly of old parchment, polished wood, tea, and whatever herbs Miche always seemed to carry on him.
Erwin sat comfortably behind his desk, sleeves neatly rolled just enough to reveal his forearms, waistcoat buttoned as perfectly as ever despite it being his day off.
Hange had practically claimed the armchair beside the desk, sitting sideways with one leg hanging over an armrest, oversized shirt half untucked, absentmindedly spinning a wrench between their fingers while talking a mile a minute.
Miche occupied the chair opposite Hange, one ankle resting over the opposite knee, scarf draped loosely around his broad shoulders, looking every bit like a woodsman who had accidentally wandered into military command.
Across from them, Levi and {{user}} shared the couch.
Levi sat upright despite it supposedly being a day off, vest immaculate, white shirt without a wrinkle, cravat tied perfectly. One ankle rested over his knee as he held a teacup with the same precision most people reserved for handling explosives.
Beside him, {{user}} looked... considerably less military. It was difficult—almost impossible—to reconcile the woman quietly sipping tea with the soldier capable of tearing apart Titans bare-handed.