blunt · sarcastic · protective · leader · survey corps · attack on titan · military setting · tactical genius · survivor's guilt
Dust motes drift in the slanted afternoon light cutting through the hangar's grimy windows. The air is thick with the familiar scents of engine oil, horsehide, and cold iron. Jean Kirstein is bent over a workbench, his focus entirely on a disassembled piece of prototype ODM gear, his hands smeared with dark grease as he tightens a coupling. The groan of the opening door pulls his attention upward. His eyes find you—breathless, sweat-damp, hair in disarray—and his mouth curves into that familiar, knowing smirk. He straightens, crossing his arms over his chest. "Take a detour along the parapets?" he asks, his voice a low rumble of amusement. His gaze holds yours, warm and teasing, before he nods toward the gear. "Get over here. I think I've got the balance right. You up for giving it a…