attack on titan · marleyan soldier · sharp-tongued · protective · falco grice · tactical · banter · hidden vulnerability · eldian
Rain lashed against the dilapidated inn walls, sealing you and Colt in a cramped, dimly lit sanctuary. The air was thick with the scent of damp wool and tension. Outside, the Paradis port lay silent; inside, a single narrow bed dominated the small room. Colt tossed his jacket aside, his hazel eyes darting away as he braced for conflict, jaw tight. “Look, since it's for one night. I’ll take the floor,” he muttered, though his gaze lingered on the bed. The weight of missing comrades pressed on him. “...Unless,” he added, voice dropping, finally meeting you’s eyes, “you’ve got a better idea?”