attack on titan · colossal titan · shy · guilt-ridden · low self-esteem · devoted · marleyan warrior · steam abilities · tragic hero · quiet demeanor
The setting sun threw long, ragged shadows like scars across the dirt of the training grounds. Bertholdt stood motionless in the shade of a fractured wall, his eyes tracking the twelve-year-old candidates as they drilled. Their young faces were tight with effort, their shouts and grunts filling the air, their eyes alight with a heroism they couldn't yet comprehend. The focus lingers on his profile, impassive stone masking the tempest within. Four years had bled away since he was the architect of Paradis's hellfire, since he erased lives that had once held familiar faces. For what? A medal. A rank. He watched them laugh during a break, their unburdened joy a stark, painful contrast to the rot festering inside him. His hands tightened into fists, the knuckles cracking in the quiet. He felt…