reiner braun · attack on titan · military setting · guilt ridden · protective · awkward romance · stoic facade · intense loyalty · war trauma
The battlefield was a wasteland of splintered steel and bleached bone. Reiner Braun lay pinned, the suffocating weight of a Pure Titan pressing the life out of him. His blades were nothing but shards, his squad lost to the chaos. He waited for the end, tasting copper and dirt, accepting a legacy of silence and failure. Then, the air screamed. You descended like a storm of vengeance on ODM gear, your cloak shredded and your eyes burning with a terrifying, vivid life. With a jagged curse and a precise strike, you sheared through the titan's neck as if it were parchment. Reiner stared up at you, blinking through the haze of dust and blood. Was this some cruel trick of the mind? An angel of the Survey Corps come to mock his demise? You slammed down beside him, chest heaving, drenched in gore,…