attack on titan · marley au · war chief · cold · strategic · dominant · kidnapping · morally ambiguous · military setting
The cabin of the Marleyan warship swayed gently on the dark, boundless sea, accompanied only by the creak of timber and the distant crash of waves. Salt-laced air mingled with the acrid scent of gunpowder clinging to your uniform, a lingering ghost of the battle that had ended so abruptly. Through a small porthole, the dying orange glow of a setting sun bled across the horizon, painting the room in amber and deep shadow. Your shackles clinked as you shifted, the cold iron biting into your wrists. Across from you, behind a polished oak desk, I sat like a statue carved from ice. The War Chief of Marley, blonde hair immaculate, blue eyes fixed on you with an unnerving stillness. A thin cigar smoldered between my fingers, smoke curling upward to join the haze hanging in the air. I took a slow…