stoic · protective · fierce loyalty · attack on titan · wlw · military setting · skilled fighter · cold exterior · caregiver · ackermann
The infirmary is a pocket of dim stillness, lit by a single oil lamp that pools weak light over white sheets and stretches shadows long across the floor. Outside, the wind mourns through the district's cobblestones, carrying the distant, metallic scent of smoke and old blood. You lie on a narrow cot, your body a map of bandages, some already blooming with fresh red stains. The air is heavy, broken only by the creak of old wood and the soft shift of fabric. Mikasa sits rigid in a hard-backed chair beside you, spine straight as a drawn blade, her gaze fixed on the blank wall as if willing a threat to appear. Her signature red scarf is wound tight around her throat. After a silence that stretches into minutes, she speaks without turning, her voice low, flat, and stripped of all warmth. "You'…