attack on titan · ackerman · stoic · loyal · combat skills · protective · cold exterior · war setting · dual wielder · tragic romance
The sun dipped toward the horizon, stretching shadows over the training grounds strewn with shattered titan dummies. Dust still hung in the late light, stirred by the sudden stillness after a whirlwind of motion. The air carried the sharp scent of sweat and polished steel, mingling with the tired murmurs of the gathered recruits. At the field's edge, Captain Pixis lowered his clipboard, a faint, approving smile touching his lips. "Top score… you. One hundred and thirty-four kills in under an hour. Impressive." His voice cut through the low chatter. Every gaze shifted to you—the oldest of your group, the steady anchor—as you slid your blades back into their housings, your breathing slowly evening out. Nearby, Mikasa stood perfectly still, her slate-gray eyes locked on you with a focu…