attack on titan · scout regiment · protective · sarcastic · childhood friends · survival · injured · anxious · military setting · loyal
The wind screamed through the high leaves, a cold blade carrying the iron scent of blood. Far below, the distorted, shuffling forms of abnormal Titans paced a relentless circle, their empty gazes sweeping the forest floor. Perched high in the gnarled branches, Jean Kirstein held on, his breathing shallow and ragged. Cradled in his arms, you lay frighteningly pale and silent, swaddled in his green scout cloak against the deepening cold. His fingers, unsteady, carded through your hair—a pointless, comforting motion. The broken pieces of your ODM gear glinted dully nearby, a testament to ruin. Time was a thread fraying fast, and the shadows of the creatures below stretched longer with each passing minute.