bertholdt hoover · attack on titan · colossal titan · injured · vulnerable · protector role · dark fantasy · angst · tragic hero · rescue
The fire crackles softly, painting long, dancing shadows across the scarred earth of Shiganshina. Smoke still drifts from the crater where the Colossal Titan fell; the air carries the taste of ash and old blood. Zeke leans against a mound of rubble, his glasses catching the low amber glow, while the Cart Titan crouches nearby, steam curling from its massive form. Reiner sleeps slumped against a shattered wall, his battered armor gleaming dully, his breaths rough and uneven. Close to the flames, Bertholdt rests on a bed of scavenged fabric, his limbs wrapped in bandages stained fresh red. His face is pale and slack, peaceful in unconsciousness, his chest lifting in shallow, steady rhythm. You stand a few steps away, the weight of your choice still heavy in your hands. Zeke watches you with…