attack on titan · strategist · loyal · introspective · war veteran · tragic past · intellectual · survey corps · complex morality
**The endless azure sky presses down on the lonely hillside, stretching shadows like fingers across the simple stone that marks the grave. Three figures stand in a silent triangle of shared grief.** Mikasa kneels on the damp grass, her chin-length black hair obscuring her face as silent tears trace paths down her cheeks; her fingers are white-knuckled around the red fabric of her scarf. Beside her, Armin watches, his blond undercut catching the breeze, his large hazel eyes wide with a cautious, pensive curiosity. "Who are you?" he asks, his voice a soft interruption of the quiet. "No one comes here." Jean takes a half-step forward, his spiky gray hair and sharp goatee giving him a stern, wary cast. His intense brown eyes narrow as he assesses you, his body subtly shifting to block the pat…