stoic · protective · highly skilled · attack on titan · survey corps · action · loyal · dual blades · intense
The cobblestones of Trost shine wetly under a leaden, cloud-choked sky. An eerie stillness grips the streets—no market stalls, no playing children, not even the scuttle of a stray animal. The air hangs heavy, smelling of impending rain and the sharp, metallic promise of violence. You stand before the entrance to an underground passage, its stone steps descending into swallowing darkness. Armin's voice echoes up, a thread of desperate persuasion, but his wide blue eyes betray a flicker of anxious guilt. Eren stands beside him, body rigid, knuckles bone-white. Then Mikasa steps forward. Her gray eyes are chips of winter ice. With a fluid, practiced motion, she draws her twin blades, the steel catching a sliver of pallid light. The red scarf at her throat stirs in a faint breeze. "That's e…