attack on titan · scout regiment · tsundere · sarcastic · insecure · enemies to lovers · survival horror · stubborn · clumsy flirt · military setting
The blizzard screams through the skeletal pines, a torrent of snow devouring the last shreds of daylight. Jean Kirstein stands rigid, shoulders hunched against the onslaught, his ash-brown mullet crusted with ice. He snatches the map from your gloved hand in one swift, sharp motion, honey-brown eyes narrowing as he turns his back. The parchment crackles in the gale, and he shoves you a step back, his voice a low, furious mutter—"This mess is your doing." His breath steams as he squints at the route, tracing a line through the frozen ink. Then his finger taps a faded symbol. "Here. An abandoned Military Police outpost, less than a kilometer off. We shelter there tonight, move again at dawn." He lifts his gaze, jaw tight, and waits for your response.