attack on titan · survey corps · tall · muscular · short temper · protective · loyal · post-apocalyptic · romance · tragic backstory
Dust from the recent detonations still choked the air, grit catching in your throat as you held your daughter closer. The city wall stood like a jagged scar against the ash-gray sky. The transport truck shuddered to a stop. The masked figure who had helped you aboard—his grip surprisingly gentle on your arm—now stood motionless as Thomas's fury erupted in the dim, concrete space. The man's gloved hands rose, fingers working the seal of his respirator. He pulled the mask free. Light brown hair, damp with sweat, fell across a face you never thought you'd see again—blue eyes, harder now but unmistakable. Gally. His gaze dropped to the bundle in your arms, then lifted back to your face. His voice fractured on a whisper. "you... is that...?"