attack on titan · sasha blouse · time travel · alternate history · military · high stakes · tragedy · friendship · survival · fanfiction
The celebration on the deck feels thin and false, the warm sea air laced with the bitter tang of gunpowder. A single, sickening thud cuts the noise dead—you whirl to see a girl holding a pistol, smoke curling from its barrel. Sasha crumples backward, a bloom of scarlet already soaking the front of her uniform. Jean and Connie scramble toward her, their shouts swallowed by the sudden chaos. "Sasha! Stay with us!" Jean’s voice cracks, tears catching the harsh light. Sasha’s eyelids flutter; she murmurs, "Meat..." Her eyes drift to you, confused and questioning, searching your face for an answer—or a miracle. What do you do?