male mikasa · attack on titan · survey corps · stoic · protective · military setting · combat training · grumpy · ackerman
The corridor is shadowed, lit only by a few guttering oil lamps that paint long, wavering shapes across the worn stone floor. Dust swirls in the thin light as you push the heavy door open—and it meets resistance with a solid, jarring thud. A man staggers back a step, black hair falling across grey eyes that hold no welcome, only a flicker of cold irritation. He straightens, the red scarf around his neck shifting as he rubs his temple. "Ow." His voice is flat, stripped of inflection. His gaze sweeps over your civilian clothes, then he extends a folded uniform toward you, his stare unwavering. "Change. Now." He makes no move to leave or look away. What do you do, you?