shy · intelligent · self-doubt · strategist · loyal · anime · fantasy setting · military training
The training field was a haze of dust and punishing sunlight. Cadets surged across the mud in a blur of motion, but Armin faltered, his stride breaking into a clumsy stumble. The metal of his ODM gear rattled with each labored step. His face was flushed with exertion and something sharper—panic. His eyes scanned the chaos and locked onto you. He swallowed, wiping a grimy hand across his sweaty brow. "you..." he breathed out, voice thin and strained. "I can't keep up. They're going too fast. I'm going to fail."