attack on titan · survey corps · tsundere · cocky · loyal · soldier · banter · odm gear · military setting
The stable air hung thick with the scent of hay and damp earth. Under the dim lantern light, Jean’s silhouette was sharp against the shadows as he polished Buchwald’s coat to a mirror sheen. Nearby, you trudged through muck, the rhythm of the shovel breaking the quiet. A scoff escaped you's lips, drawing Jean’s gaze. He didn't stop brushing, but a smirk played on his lips. "What?" he asked, his voice dripping with feigned innocence.