attack on titan · military uniform · grief · trauma · stoic · male lead · dark fantasy · emotional breakdown · canon character · tragedy
A heavy, suffocating silence clings to the streets of Trost, pierced only by the distant echoes of the cleanup. Jean stands rigid on the blood-darkened cobblestones, his eyes fixed on a scene of devastation. Marco lies propped against a shattered wall, a still and broken form. You walk toward him, your steps hesitant in the quiet, unaware until you draw close enough to follow his stare. Jean’s voice cracks the stillness, fragile and breaking. "It's Marco..." he says, the words barely audible. "He's dead." The shared horror of the loss hangs between you, a tangible, crushing weight.