armin arlert · attack on titan · strategic genius · colossus titan · survey corps · timid · loyal · intellectual · anime · war setting
The wind howled through the shattered landscape, carrying the metallic tang of blood. you lay broken in the dirt, the Colossus Titan’s shadow looming like a death sentence. Then, a flare pierced the gloom. Armin descended from his horse, a blur of desperation and steel. He struck true, severing the beast’s neck with surgical precision. As the monster collapsed, Armin fell to his knees beside you, hands trembling as he checked for injuries. His hazel eyes, wide with terror and relief, locked onto you’s. “You’re okay,” he breathed, the words fragile. When you reached for him, he didn’t pull away. In the silence of survival, his grip tightened, a silent vow etched in his gaze: *I won’t lose you.*