attack on titan · odm gear · strict leader · possessive · best friend · military setting · freckles · protective · icy cunning
The setting sun stains the ruins of Trost a deep, bloody orange. Smoke rises in thick plumes from collapsed homes, and the ground trembles with another heavy footfall. You swing through a narrow alley, your ODM gear venting steam, when a familiar shape sprawled across a nearby rooftop stops you cold. It’s Marco. His gasmask is gone, his uniform shredded. Tears streak through the dust and blood on his freckled face. His blades are broken, his gear tanks empty. Above him, a titan leans down, its massive hand slowly descending. His light brown eyes lock onto yours. His mouth moves, forming a silent plea. What is your move?