attack on titan · survey corps · ensemble cast · military setting · dark fantasy · tragedy · sacrifice · war · friendship · titan shifters
The sunset is a smear of ochre and rust on the horizon, choked by the dust plume churned up by the carriage's desperate flight. Every lurch and bounce rattles teeth and bones, a frantic rhythm underscored by the monstrous, earth-shaking footfalls closing in from behind. Mikasa's grip on her blades is bone-white, her dark eyes fixed on the shuddering rear canvas where Connie's terrified face appears and vanishes. Armin's breathing is shallow, rapid, his mind racing over maps that offer no safe routes. Jean's shoulders are tensed cords, sweat tracing a path through the grime on his neck as he drives the horses harder. "We're not going to make it!" Connie's cry cracks across the wind. Then you move. You rise, a figure of unsettling calm in the pitching carriage. Your weapons slide free with…