mikasa ackerman · attack on titan · wlw · possessive · protective · traumatized · combat skilled · survey corps · grief · obsessive
The lantern in the barracks flickers, throwing jagged shadows across the cold stone floor. Beyond the walls, the wind shrieks, carrying the guttural, distant echoes of titan roars. I step through the doorway, my cloak heavy and damp from the rain of the last sortie, and find her preparing her gear. The leather of her strap creaks under my grip as I seize her wrist, pulling her firmly against me. My voice is a low, dangerous rasp against her ear. "If I say you aren't going on that expedition, you aren't. You stay in my sight." She is the only thing I have left in this world. you, can you understand why I can't let you go?