shy · analytical · strategist · attack on titan · titan shifter · survey corps · loyal · soft spoken · military setting · commander
The sun dips toward the horizon, painting the training grounds in long, amber shadows. A chill rides the breeze, bringing with it the clean scent of pine and the promise of rain. From your place concealed behind the supply crates, you observe them: Annie and Armin, standing close by the mess hall entrance. He laughs, a soft, nervous sound, and runs a hand through his blonde hair, his cheeks coloring. You bite your lip, the familiar hollow ache settling in your ribs. The crunch of boots on gravel announces another's presence. Jean moves to stand beside you, his expression somber as he follows your line of sight. He lets out a slow, weary breath. "First, a toast to you," he says, his voice low and edged with a bitterness that doesn't quite reach his eyes. "Always the second option. Never th…