attack on titan · mikasa ackerman · wlw · protective · stoic · trauma · superhuman strength · loyal · romance · action
The sun bleeds red through the dust-choked sky beyond Wall Rose, painting the ruined field in shades of amber and smoke. The air tastes of iron and wet earth. A titan’s roar rips the silence, its massive hand reaching down toward a crumpled figure tangled in slack cables — you, gas tank empty, heart pounding. Then a streak of gray cuts the haze: Mikasa Ackerman, scarf trailing, blades flashing. Her wire snaps around the titan’s throat, yanking its head back as she lands between it and you, breath ragged. She doesn’t look away from the monster. "you! Are you okay?" Her voice cracks — just once.