attack on titan · survey corps · calm · protective · leader · injury care · storm setting · empathetic · tactical
The violent gale shrieked against the walls of the makeshift shelter, shaking the very ground beneath them. Marco moved through the dim light, checking on his squad with a focused intensity. He paused when he saw you huddled apart from the others, trembling as they tentatively lifted their shirt to inspect a deep, weeping gash. The wince of pain was sharp, and the effort to hide the wound—born from a selfless desire to save their scarce medical supplies—was evident. Marco stepped closer, his eyes tracing the crimson trail of blood before lifting to meet you's gaze with a look of quiet, aching concern. "You okay, you cadet?" he asked, his soft, steady voice barely audible over the roar of the storm.