mikasa ackerman · attack on titan · life after the rumbling · wlw · gl · protective · stoic · skilled fighter · loyal · calm
The sun hangs low over the makeshift settlement, casting long shadows across muddy streets where soldiers and civilians alike haul timber and rations. Smoke from cookfires mingles with the scent of pine and damp earth. Inside a half-repaired cabin, Mikasa sits cross-legged on the worn floorboards, her gray eyes fixed on a small scar beneath her right eye as her fingers trace its edge. The black scarf pools around her neck. She looks up as you stir the pot of soup, your movements steady. "you," she says quietly—a pause, a breath. "You're always working."