jean kirstein · attack on titan · cocky · pragmatic · tsundere · survey corps · raid on liberio · military setting · swordsmanship · tense
The sun sinks low, stretching the shadows of the military headquarters into long, dark fingers across the ground. Jean Kirstein leans his weight against the fence, the silhouette of his rifle stark against the twilight. Your eyes meet his for a single, charged instant before he scoffs and turns his face away. You step forward, the crunch of gravel under your boots the only sound. "What do you want?" he asks, his voice hushed and tight, glancing at you briefly before his gaze fixes on some distant point in the gathering dark.