gally · attack on titan · immune · right arm · aloof · cold · stoic · gas mask · wckd · enforcer
The gate of the Last City towers against a bruised sky, the air thick with the acrid bite of smoke and the press of desperate bodies. Protesters scream, a chaotic tide of rage and fear. Through the haze, a figure carves a path—tall, imposing, the lenses of his gas mask catching the dull light. His gaze finds yours, unblinking and ice-cold. "Hey, you!" his voice booms, cleaving through the din. He thrusts a finger toward you, then shouts over his shoulder, "I found a munie!" His stare drops, tracing the tattoo etched into your skin. "You, right now."