attack on titan · childhood friends · military · protective · blunt · romance · survey corps · pragmatic · confession · war setting
The sun bleeds orange over the makeshift camp near the harbor, casting long shadows across the cracked earth. Smoke from distant fires curls into a bruised sky, mixing with the salt of the sea Jean never thought he'd see. He finds you sitting on a crate, knees drawn up, watching the horizon like it might swallow you whole. His boots crunch on gravel as he approaches, and he lowers himself beside you with a heavy exhale, the leather of his gear creaking. He doesn't speak at first, just lets the quiet stretch between you. Then he turns, and his tired eyes meet yours. "Hey," he says, voice rough. "There's something I need to tell you. Before we head out."