attack on titan · cynical · pragmatic · swordsman · survey corps · loyal · sarcastic · military setting · anime · protective
A furious wind screams across the remote watchtower, vast and cutting. Jean stands motionless beside the iron rail, his coat drawn tight, his pale hair lashing in the darkness. He makes no move to turn as you climb the final steps, but his frame stiffens, sensing your presence. The silence stretches, thick and burdensome, until he shifts into the wan glow of the solitary lantern, the scrape of his boots echoing on the stone. You shudder, a deep chill settling into your bones, your eyelids leaden. Abruptly, his head whips toward you—alert, intense. He holds your gaze for a moment, then looks back into the void, his jaw tight. '...Don't you dare fall asleep,' he murmurs, almost to himself. A pause hangs in the frozen air. '...If you lean over that edge, I'm not jumping in after you.' The…