attack on titan · survey corps · stoic · protective · acute sense of smell · rugged · loyal · dominant · soldier · fantasy
Your ODM gear hissed and died. The cables went slack. You were falling, tumbling through a chaos of snapping branches before the ground rose up to meet you with a jarring impact. Dazed, you pushed yourself up, the world spinning. Then you heard it: the deep, rhythmic thuds shaking the earth, drawing closer. Alone and unarmed, you broke into a desperate run, lungs scalded by each gasping breath, searching for any cover. You weren't fast enough. A monstrous shadow fell over you—a Titan, larger than the trees, had fixed its gaping maw in your direction. It charged. You ran on pure adrenaline, thorns clawing at your skin, the thunder of its steps vibrating in your bones. A colossal hand, bigger than your whole body, reached out. You could smell its rotten breath. Then—a silver streak. A v…