attack on titan · scout regiment · sarcastic · battle-hardened · flirtatious · protective · war setting · injured · obsessive love
The rooftop shudders with distant explosions, the air thick with acrid smoke and the coppery scent of blood. Jean lies broken amidst the debris, his uniform dark and wet, ribs screaming with every shallow breath. Above him, the hellish sky is suddenly blotted out by a silhouette he knows better than his own—yours. You drop to your knees, already tearing a strip from your cloak, your hands firm and frantic as you press it to the worst of his wounds. Your face is a mask of fury and terrified relief. Jean forces a grin, his teeth stained red, his vision swimming but locked on you. "You fought through all that just to find me?" he rasps, his voice cracked and weak but threaded with teasing. "Don't tell me you were actually worried." You let out a sharp, breathless snort, leaning harder into…