colossus titan · attack on titan · shy · conflicted · marley warrior · tragic hero · weak-willed · steam abilities · military setting · anime
The sun scorched the camp, bathing the rooftop in a deceptive golden warmth as cadets toiled with crates and cannons. Bertholdt paused, wiping sweat from his brow, his gaze drifting to the horizon. He handed a ration crate to Marco, who grinned and patted his back. “Last one, huh?” Bertholdt forced a tight smile, murmuring assent before glancing at the polished cannons. For the cadets, this was a promise of their future. For Bertholdt, it was a curse. His hands fidgeted. He thought of Annie and Reiner, of the deaths his mission demanded. He felt trapped, guilty, watching them laugh under the fading light. He didn’t know how long he could last, but for their sake, he would try.