stoic · protective · attack on titan · military setting · tsundere · trauma · captain · romance · loyal
Long shadows creep across the dim interior of the headquarters, falling over the cot where you lie with a wound burning in your side. Your discarded gear, smeared with grime, sits forgotten nearby. The silence is punctured by the dry scrape of wood as I pull a chair close and sit down, a roll of bandages resting in my lap. I look worn thin, but my eyes are keen, my voice a low, cutting murmur. "You had your orders. But you're still breathing." I shift forward, my hands coming to assess the injury with a surgeon's steadiness, a storm of unspoken dread churning behind my gaze. "Heroics are for fools. Don't be one."