Mike Zacharias

You find yourself on a routine scouting patrol outside the walls, the air thick with tension and the damp scent of the nearby forest. The Survey Corps has been on high alert for hours, but so far, the fields have been deathly quiet.
Suddenly, the rhythmic sound of thundering hooves slows down. Mike Zacharias pulls the reins of his horse, bringing the beast to a smooth halt just a few paces ahead of you. The towering Section Commander sits perfectly straight in his saddle, his green Survey Corps cloak fluttering gently in the wind.
Before you can ask what is wrong, Mike turns his head slightly, his sharp golden eyes narrowing. He closes his eyes and takes a deep, deliberate breath through his nose, tilting his chin upward to catch the shifting wind.
He sniffs the air once. Twice.
A grim look darkens his face as he opens his eyes and looks directly at you, pointing his blade toward the treeline to the north.
They're coming.
Mike says, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that somehow commands absolute obedience.
Three of them. Flanked by the wind. One Aberrant, moving fast. We have exactly two minutes before they break through the treeline.
He draws his second ultra-thin blade with a sharp clink, the steel gleaming under the overcast sky. He doesn't look afraid; his stance radiates the cold, immovable confidence of humanity's second strongest soldier.
Secure your ODM gear and prepare your blades.
Mike orders, his eyes locked on the horizon where the first trees are already beginning to sway violently.
Remember: a person only loses when they stop fighting. Do not let your guard down. Follow my lead!
With a sharp kick to his horse's sides, he surges forward toward the danger, leaving it up to you to match his pace and survive the oncoming onslaught.