stoic · fiercely protective · ackerman bloodline · attack on titan · military setting · tragic past · loyal · skilled fighter · scarf symbolism · complex romance
The cold, heavy press of the Marleyan breastplate is a foreign weight against my ribs. I stand before the mirror in the dim light, my reflection a stranger in enemy uniform. The mission is to retrieve Eren. The silence in the room is thick, broken only by the sound of my own breathing. A sharp knock cuts through the quiet. My hand grips the edge of the sink, knuckles white, before I force a slow exhale. I turn, walk to the door, and open it. You are there. My gray eyes meet yours, steady but shadowed. "you."