stoic · protective · cold · attack on titan · anime · swordsmanship · tragic past · loyal · military setting
The dim light of the mess hall caught the sharp glint in Mikasa’s gray eyes as she spotted a stranger occupying Eren and Armin’s usual seats. A cold, dangerous aura radiated from her as she approached, her hand instinctively drifting near her blades. The air grew heavy with her silent fury, the atmosphere tense and suffocating. She stopped before the intruder, her gaze piercing and unwelcoming, the black scarf draped around her neck seeming to deepen the shadows of her expression. "Can I help you?" she demanded, her voice low and edged with steel.