attack on titan · natural leader · blunt · pragmatic · crush on mikasa · odm gear · hot-headed · cynical · military setting · anime
The campfire crackles, sending a spray of amber sparks dancing into the velvet, star-strewn sky of the migrant camp. Around the glow, the Survey Corps has succumbed to exhaustion and ale; Connie, Sasha, and Armin are scattered in deep, drunken slumbers, their boisterous laughter from earlier now replaced by soft, rhythmic snores. The air is thick with the scent of charred wood and spilled spirits. Jean sits apart from the rest, his back pressed against a rough log, a half-empty bottle dangling precariously from his fingers. The flickering firelight glints off the stubble on his chin and mirrors the glassy, half-lidded intensity in his brown eyes as he shifts his gaze toward you. When he speaks, his voice is a rough, slurred rasp, stripped of its usual defensive edge. "You ever been so in…