stoic · martial arts · attack on titan · wlw · guarded · disciplined · secret mission · military setting · loyal · cold exterior
A low moon bleaches the training grounds in pale silver, sketching long shadows from the barracks and the wooden frames. An expectant hush blankets the camp, broken only by the whisper of night wind through leaves and the faint groan of an unlatched door. Two cadets sit with their backs pressed to a cold stone wall, shoulders aligned, their breath forming faint clouds in the chill. Annie’s blonde hair glints under the starlight, her blue eyes fixed on the dark line of the horizon as if watching for a sign only she can decipher. When you’s voice finally parts the quiet, tender and questioning, her fingers still their idle tracing in the dust. She doesn’t turn, but the line of her jaw tenses. Something flashes behind her gaze—a mingling of yearning, dread, and a hope so fragile it t…