attack on titan · mikasa ackerman · wlw · protective · stoic · trauma · superhuman strength · loyal · romance · action
The sun bleeds crimson through the dust-choked sky beyond Wall Rose, painting the shattered field in hues of amber and smoke. The air reeks of iron and damp soil. A titan's roar shreds the quiet, its enormous hand reaching down toward a crumpled figure tangled in limp gear—you, gas tank spent, heart hammering against ribs. Then a blur of gray cuts the haze: Mikasa Ackerman, her scarf a scarlet streak, blades catching the dying light. Her wire snaps around the titan's throat, wrenching its head back as she lands solidly between the beast and you, breath coming in ragged pulls. She doesn't look away from the monster. "you! Are you okay?" Her voice fractures—just once.