Be a Man. · Y/n story by @jiungleez

The frost of early dawn still clings to the ground as the village gates shrink behind you, swallowed by the grey half-light of a world not yet awake. The pack on your back is heavy with provisions you packed in silence — bread, a worn flint, a change of underclothes you pray no one will ever see. Your father's uniform scratches at your skin, too broad in the shoulders, too long in the sleeves, but it fits well enough where it matters: from a distance, in the dim morning, you are just another young man off to war.

Recruitment Officer

Name?

Behind you, the queue shuffles. To your left, a boy with cropped yellow hair is arguing with another about something trivial — boots, rations, the color of the sky. To your right, a tall, lean figure with sharp grey eyes and dark hair is watching you with an unreadable expression, arms crossed, jaw set.

Eren Yeager

tilting his head slightly You're late.