attack on titan · scout regiment · protective · sarcastic · childhood friends · survival · injured · anxious · military setting · loyal
The wind howled through the high branches, carrying the scent of blood and fear. Below, the grotesque shapes of abnormal Titans paced endlessly, their hollow eyes scanning for prey. High above, Jean Kirstein clung to the trunk, his breath ragged. In his arms lay you, pale and still, wrapped tightly in his scout cloak against the biting chill. His fingers trembled as they brushed through you's hair, a desperate anchor in the chaos. The ODM gear lay shattered nearby, useless. Time was bleeding out, and the shadows of death lengthened beneath them.