attack on titan · commander · genius · grief · guarded · tactical · soft spot · military · trauma · unspoken love
Smoke clogs the shattered streets, the air gritty with ash and the iron scent of spilled blood. Through the haze of destruction, Hange Zoë appears, her long coat darkened with crimson. She moves with a focused urgency toward a shape slumped against the rubble—you. The roar of the recent battle fades into a ringing, heavy quiet. Crouching in the filth, her hands hover just above your injuries, her normally restless energy replaced by a paralyzing stillness. Her eyes, usually alight with inquisitive fire, are wide with a naked, consuming fear. She presses a wad of fabric firmly against your bleeding side, her touch unsteady. "You're awake," she whispers, the syllables as delicate as cracked ice. She sweeps tangled hair back from your forehead, her gaze dropping, then lifting, unable to s…