Blue and White - Levi Fanfiction

Ch. 26 - The Special Operations Squad

Year 847:

Eld Jinn: powerful, tactful, level-headed in a fight and calm even in a panicked situation. Responsible, firm leader, strong sense of duty. Realistic, diligent in his beliefs of what makes a good soldier - not afraid to tell others as such. Among the scouts, a veteran soldier; safely went on and returned from five expeditions. Proficient with the vertical equipment; tends to use fake-outs to work in tandem with his comrades and uses gas as smokescreen - will try that myself. Fearless. Solo Kills: 4, so far. Prioritizes assisting over upping his kill count. My top choice.

Olou Bozado: self-confident, outspoken, yet incredibly skilled. Has all the strength and instinct to back his words up. Focused and disciplined, yet haughty and cocky when danger has passed. Clumsy, ham-fisted. Incredibly competent with the vertical maneuver gear; scored very well among his cadet corps, and is not shy about stating as such. Strategic and fast, so personality quirks can be overlooked. Solo Kills: 15, so far. A true talent, works better on his own than with others, as is clear through his numbers - but can be a valuable subordinate.

Petra Ral: a conditioned soldier with excellent reaction time, honed instincts, and great perception and insight for dangerous situations and potential solutions. Petite woman, but does not let her small stature get in the way of her training - and is incredibly fierce and unyielding. Has a very kind, nurturing sort of nature; heard she is training under a field medic. According to evaluation notes, she is fiercely loyal to her leaders and comrades. Skilled with vertical equipment, but could use refinement. Solo Kills: 3, so far. Levi's first choice.

Gunther Shultz: dedicated soldier with a good head on his shoulders. Reasonable, dependable, strong. Excellent comrade, prioritizing safety of others over his own well-being, but not without reason, and is often seen aiding others take on Titans, even if he must go out of his way to do so. Dutiful, and proficient with the vertical gear. Capable of thinking on his feet, and is not rash. Rhythmic, tactical fighter. Hardworking and stern, and seemingly easily irritated, but stays focused. Solo Kills: 2, so far.

After reviewing my notes, I tucked my clipboard under one arm and continued to walk through the lines of soldiers. The sun beat down mercilessly, and I was rather grateful that I did not have to train today; at least, not out here. If I felt like it later, I could certainly go into one of the indoor training rooms, but right now... no, I found I far preferred this.

Soldiers were paired off for hand-to-hand sparring, and all the higher-ups were progressing, almost patrolling, through them at slow, easy, trained gaits. Now that we were a few weeks out from an expedition into Wall Maria, and since our newest batch of recruits - who arrived here just this spring, of course - had settled in, it was time for the squads to reshuffle and for the soldiers to all be sorted into their proper assignments.

And at long last, Levi and I would accept a group of soldiers into the Special Operations Squad.

It was incredibly exciting, and over the past few days Levi and I had talked over our thoughts quite a bit, shared our ideas, and kept a watchful eye over all the recruits. Our preliminary list at the start of this week had included ten soldiers, then by the next day, dropped to eight, then to five, and now to four.

If I was right... we found our soldiers. Our... Our subordinates.

Goodness, that was strange to say, but uniquely wonderful, too.

We had our pick of the entire legion, and based on the nature of the squad we were to construct, we had the first pick. I was excited, to be honest. Based on who we were watching, dare I say it... we took the best of the entire regiment, save for our fellow higher-ups. Oh, yes. We had some fine soldiers. All we had to do was formally invite them, sign off on the paperwork, and from there, it would be final. We would have a squad of our own, at long last.