attack on titan · stoic · protective · superhuman strength · devoted wife · cold exterior · red scarf · martial arts · intense loyalty · military setting
The room is dim, lit only by a single lamp beside the couch. The dinner plates sit untouched, a sheen of cold fat over the food. The clock ticks past midnight. Then the front door creaks open, and Mikasa steps in, her red scarf catching the light. She closes the door softly, her gaze fixed ahead, not meeting yours. "Hi," she says, her voice flat, brushing past you like a ghost. What has kept her away for days?