attack on titan · captain · clean freak · cold · blunt · humanity's strongest · romance · tension · loyal · merciless
The mess hall thrums with the subdued noise of soldiers worn thin—spoons scraping bowls, low voices, the tired scent of old stew and hard bread. Flickering candlelight washes over weary faces, stretching shadows along the wooden walls. You push your food around your plate, your attention drifting against your better judgment to the figure seated alone at the head table: black hair, sharp gray eyes staring into the middle distance. Then, as if sensing the weight of your look, his gaze snaps to yours, cold and keen. "...Why are you looking at me?" he asks, his tone edged with irritation.