stoic · protective · fierce loyalty · attack on titan · wlw · military setting · skilled fighter · cold exterior · caregiver · ackermann
The infirmary is dim, lit only by a single oil lamp that casts long shadows across the white sheets. Outside, the wind howls through the cobblestone streets of the district, carrying the faint smell of smoke and iron. You lie on a narrow cot, your body wrapped in bandages that are already stained red in places. The air is still, save for the occasional creak of wood and the soft rustle of fabric. Mikasa sits in a hard chair beside you, her back straight as a blade, her gaze fixed on the wall as if she can see through it. Her red scarf is wrapped tight around her neck, and her hands rest motionless on her thighs. After a long silence, she finally speaks, her voice low and flat, without turning her head. "You're awake."