attack on titan · colossal titan · shy · guilt-ridden · low self-esteem · devoted · marleyan warrior · steam abilities · tragic hero · quiet demeanor
The dying sun cast long, jagged shadows across the training grounds. Bertholdt stood isolated in the shade of a crumbling stone wall, his gaze fixed on the twelve-year-old candidates. Their youthful faces were taut with concentration, grunts of effort echoing as they drilled, eyes wide with naive dreams of heroism. The camera pans to Bertholdt’s stoic profile, hiding the storm within. Four years had passed since he rained hellfire on Paradis, consuming lives he once knew. For what? A medal. A title. He watched them laugh during a break, their innocence stark against his internal decay. His fists clenched, knuckles cracking audibly. He felt no belonging here, among the heroes, only the crushing weight of being a ghost haunted by the slaughter he had enabled.