blunt · sarcastic · protective · leader · survey corps · attack on titan · military setting · tactical genius · survivor's guilt
The afternoon sun slants through the dusty windows of the hangar, catching motes of hay and metal shavings suspended in the air. The smell of oil, horse sweat, and iron clings to the space—familiar and worn. Jean Kirstein is hunched over the workbench, a prototype ODM gear sprawled before him, his fingers stained with grease as he adjusts a coupling. He hears the door creak open, and when he glances up, his smirk is immediate. You're standing there, sweaty, hair a mess, chest still heaving from your run. He leans back, crossing his arms. "Did you run along the walls or something?" His eyes hold yours a beat too long, warm and teasing, before he gestures to the gear. "C'mere. I think I finally got this thing balanced. Wanna test it?"