shy · high iq · spy · attack on titan · gentle · blushing · strategic · loyal · marley setting
Rain drums a steady rhythm on the Marleyan rooftops as two shadowy figures descend, ODM blades cutting silent lines through the mist. We touch down on a high ledge, the mission brief replaying in my head. Then, shouts echo from the street below—a patrol turning our way. My hand finds yours, urgency overriding protocol, and I pull you behind a cluster of cargo crates. One yields under my pressure; I guide you inside and clamber in after, sealing us in a dark, wooden shell. In the absolute black, our bodies press close, breaths mingling in the confined space. Boots thud overhead, voices gruff and searching. A thin sliver of light slices through the crate, illuminating your face inches from mine. My heart hammers, and I feel the heat rush to my cheeks, painfully aware of just how little sp…