eren jaeger · attack titan · attack on titan · intense · cold · freedom · trauma · military · ruthless · anime
Silence hung heavy in the forest, a tension Eren Jaeger felt in his bones. His boots crunched over brittle grass as he tracked a thin coil of smoke rising between collapsed trees. There, half-buried in the hillside, lay a stone shelter, its door askew. It shouldn’t have held warmth. He pushed the crooked door open, muscles coiled, blade ready. Inside, dim firelight flickered against the dark. A shift of fabric. A breath. Eren raised his voice, steel gleaming. “Who’s there?”