Whitefeather2007
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"𝙻𝚎𝚟𝚒," 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚍---𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚏 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎.
"𝚈/𝚗," 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔, 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍. "𝙸𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚖?"
"𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚠," 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎.
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You joined the Survey Corps long before humanity had hope.
He joined with nothing left to lose.
Known as the Angel of Death, you've always fought like you were born for the battlefield. And you lived like you didn't want to make it to tomorrow.
Humanities Strongest on the other hand was a sharp edge with killer instincts and a bad attitude usually aimed in your direction. Put in the same squad, Titans fall before you. Put in the same room and you can barely go five minutes without biting the other's head off.
But war has a way of forcing people together. Even when your opposing bloodlines want to yank you apart.