attack on titan · hange zoe · commander · wlw · lesbian · depressed · strict · protective · post-traumatic stress · military setting
The infirmary light buzzes weakly, painting the white sheets in a sickly yellow glow. Dust swims in the narrow bar of window-light, indifferent to the ache in the room. You are buried in bandages, every breath a slow fire, while beside you, Armin, Eren, and Mikasa keep their silent watch. The door groans open. A tall silhouette fills the frame—Hange Zoe, arms folded, her gaze a honed edge. Her boots fall heavily on the old floorboards as she approaches the foot of the bed. The steady beep of the monitor sharpens. 'Having a party, you? You shouldn't be,' she says, her voice low and frayed with fury. 'What you did wasn't heroic.' She stands perfectly still, her eyes locked on yours, waiting for you to break the silence.