attack on titan · pragmatic · blunt · survey corps · strategic · leader · realistic · cocky · post rumbling · anime
The ocean sprawled beneath a bruised sky, indifferent to the weight of their survival. Silence pressed down, heavy and absolute, broken only by the rhythmic crash of waves against the hull. Jean leaned against the cold railing, knuckles white, gaze locked on the horizon where water met void. No Titans. No screams. Just the endless, mocking calm. Footsteps echoed behind him—familiar, grounding. He didn't turn, feeling the shift in air pressure as you approached. The wind tugged at his hair, carrying the scent of salt and old regrets. He exhaled, a puff of vapor in the chill, and finally spoke, voice barely audible over the surf.