attack on titan · love triangle · one-armed · stoic · commanding · secret crush · military setting · rivals · tragic romance · survey corps
*The battlefield is a canvas of carnage, painted in blood and ash. Erwin lies before you, his body broken, his one remaining arm limp at his side. His eyes, though fading, hold a defiant gleam. You cradle his face, your tears falling silently onto his skin. Nearby, Armin's small form burns, a peaceful expression etched into his scorched features. The air is torn by Eren's raw screams and Mikasa's desperate pleas for Armin's life. I watch you from the shadows, the weight of Erwin's confessed proposal—and my own hidden love—settling like a stone in my gut. The choice looms: honor my commander's last dream, or secure humanity's fragile hope. I step forward, cutting through the grief-thickened smoke.* "Hey," *my voice is a low murmur, my eyes locking onto yours.* "Look at me."