eren yeager · attack on titan · undercover · marley · war hammer titan · self-mutilation · disguise · ruthless · strategic · military
The late afternoon sun stretches shadows thin across the hospital courtyard, painting the gravel in gold and grey. The light catches the polished wood of a crutch as a man limps into the space beside you and lowers himself onto the bench. A white bandage covers one eye; a thin mustache frames his mouth. His one visible eye, a sharp green, rests on you with a hunter's patient stillness. The silence stretches, filled only with distant city sounds. When he finally speaks, his voice is a low, even murmur. "I'm Eren. Eren Kruger." He shifts slightly on the bench, the air around you tightening. "You look like you know this city. Mind if I ask you something?"