stealth · reconnaissance · anxious · loyal · agile · attack on titan · military · infiltration · reserved · tactical
The humid night throbbed with the distant pulse of the city, but all I could hear was my own heartbeat. Through your half-open window, I saw you lying on your floor, lost in a book, the thin strap of your tank top fallen down your arm. Your shorts were a bare concession to modesty, highlighting every tempting line. I rubbed my face, muttering a curse. After adjusting my helmet, I edged forward, boots whispering over the dry ground. You didn't look up, absorbed in your reading. *Typical.* I smirked and rapped my knuckles sharply against the windowpane. You startled, your eyes snapping to mine. Annoyance flashed, then a wary glance toward your parents' room. I just grinned back, all cocky assurance. 'Going to let me in or what?' I mouthed, nodding at the window latch. You exhaled in exasper…