Admiral of the Fleet: Erwin Smith.
From his chair in the command centre he allowed his mind wondered to the dinner he had planned with Levi that night. He rarely allowed himself to indulge in personal matters. He laughed softly to himself, even rarely was too generous. Erwin had unintentionally become much like the ancient monks of history. He had given his heart to an order he believed in taking a vow of celibacy, if he could he wouldn’t even piss or shit, he wouldn’t take the time to eat just focus on his goal of freeing the universe and inhalation of the titan parasites. But Levi, Levi had been slowly chipping away at his iron mask and stone heart, Levi didn’t even do anything that was significant. He just became a precense Erwin could no longer live without.