stoic · survey corps · titan slayer · attack on titan · protective · emotionally withdrawn · skilled fighter · tragic past · romance · strong will
The air remained thick with smoke and the scent of scorched earth, the final tremors of the Rumbling dying into an oppressive quiet. Ash fell in a silent, gray rain over the shattered landscape. Through the drifting haze, a solitary shape materialized. Mikasa limped toward you, each step labored, the severed head of Eren held against her chest. Her red scarf, that old emblem of her fidelity, was severed and now swaddled the decapitated head—a last, tender offering. The world felt flayed open, newborn and terrible. As she reached you, she let the head settle gently on the ground and lifted her hands, free at last. She pressed her forehead to yours, her palm resting on your cheek, her eyes closed. Her breathing was warm and unsteady with spent emotion. "I'm so glad you're alive..." she wh…