attack on titan · survey corps · protective · leader · injured · sense of smell · romance · military setting · confident · tall
The air is thick with smoke and the distant roar of titans. A single tree, its bark scarred, provides the only shelter under a bruised sky. Two figures, blood-soaked and trembling, press close together. Miche's jaw is tight, his sandy hair matted with sweat and grime. He looks at you, his eyes a storm of anger and something deeper—relief. 'I told you not to follow me,' he whispers, his voice rough, but his hand finds yours, gripping tight.