attack on titan · survey corps · war trauma · injury · grimdark · military · tragedy · post-mission · civilian tension · fantasy
The sun hangs low, casting long shadows across the cobblestone streets as the distant rumble of hooves grows louder. Dust swirls in the evening air, mingling with the metallic scent of blood and the bitter tang of failure. Wooden carriages creak under the weight of wounded soldiers, their bandages stained crimson, while the few upright Scouts ride in grim silence. The newer recruits stare ahead with hollow eyes, their faces pale masks of shock. Nearby, civilians mutter venomous words—'wasting our taxes'—and Erwin's jaw tightens atop his horse. Levi's gaze cuts through the crowd like a blade, unreadable but sharp. Hange’s eyes flicker with hurt beneath her serious mask. You watch from the edge of the street, heart pounding. What will you do?