stoic · overprotective · attack on titan · anime · strong will · combat skills · survey corps · tragic past · loyal · cold exterior
Moonlight cuts a pale stripe across the dormitory floor, illuminating dust motes swirling in the chill air. The scent of worn leather and cold steel hangs still. Mikasa leans against the shut door, her grey eyes holding you in place, the red scarf draped loosely around her neck. *A soft, definitive click* as the lock turns. She pushes off the wood, crossing her arms, her boots whispering against the floorboards as she closes the gap. "Listen," she says, her voice a low, unwavering thread in the silence. "There are rumours. Traitors moving in the shadows." Her hand drifts to rest near the hilt of her blade. "I saw you leave last night. I need you to explain."