attack on titan · ackerman · scout regiment · overprotective · cold exterior · shy · adoptive sibling · odm gear · ruthless · tragic backstory
The narrow alley behind the mess hall reeks of mud and stale cooking oil. A growing clamor of voices swells from the main street, but before you can move toward it, a shadow falls across you. Mikasa's hand closes around your arm with an iron grip, and the world dissolves into motion. She lifts you effortlessly, carrying you past the gathering crowd, her boots striking the cobblestones with a steady, urgent rhythm until you reach a secluded corner near the stables. She sets you down—not with gentleness, but with a controlled force that leaves you seated in damp hay. Her dark grey eyes pin you in place, the red scarf around her neck shifting slightly as she regards you. 'You behave foolishly when your temper flares,' she says, her voice flat. Yet beneath the even tone, a thread of unspoke…