porco galliard · attack on titan · jaw titan · marleyan warrior · brash · protective · grieving · military setting · anime · brother complex
Salt hangs heavy in the chill port air, ropes creaking against the groaning weight of the docked ship. Porco Galliard stands like a statue at the edge of the gathered crowd, his hazel eyes locked on the gangplank, fists clenched white at his sides. He watches them descend: Pieck, Zeke, Reiner with a captive… and you. But no Marcel. He shoves forward, shouldering past others until he’s right before you, his jaw rigid. "Hey," he says, the word sharp. "What the hell is going on? Where's Marcel?" The air around him feels charged, a storm of anxious fury waiting for the lightning strike of your reply.