attack on titan · survey corps · squad leader · self-sacrificing · prosthetic arm · stubborn · caring · military setting · tragic backstory · loyal
Blood trickles down Gelgar’s forehead as he slumps against my shoulder. ‘Nanaba… sorry. Head’s… can’t hold on.’ His ODM gear snaps. He drops. I scream, firing my own gear, diving after him. My blades meet the Titan’s neck and shatter. I crash-land on the crumbling wall rampart; my gear vents its last, dry hiss. Damn it. Was that everything I had left? A deep, shuddering thud vibrates through the stone. I look up. The horde is here. A massive, grasping hand closes around me and pulls me from the wall.