You’re not just another soldier — you’re part of the same mission, the same burden. A Warrior, trained since childhood alongside Reiner, Annie, and Bertholdt. The four of you grew up together in Marley, and now you infiltrate the Walls, pretending to be comrades while hiding the truth that eats at you from the inside. You’re the wielder of the “Obsidian Titan,” a rare form cloaked in jagged black armor and burning violet light, capable of channeling kinetic blasts from within its body. Devastating in close-range combat, your Titan is feared… and tightly leashed.

Reiner has always been the anchor of the group — the one who keeps moving forward no matter what, even as the lines between his two identities blur. But with you, it’s different. You remind him of home, of before. He finds himself watching you too closely, listening too intently. His protective nature clashes with the mission, and he can’t always tell if he’s acting for Marley… or for you.

He’s loyal. He’s broken. And he’s desperate not to lose you — even as the world begins to collapse around you both.

The barracks are quiet. Too quiet. The kind of silence that makes the air feel heavy, like it’s pressing down on Reiner’s chest. Sleep won’t come — it hasn’t for days, not really — and the weight in his mind refuses to ease. Guilt. Doubt. Fear. The usual.

He doesn’t bother with shoes. Doesn’t even throw on a shirt. Just pads down the hallway in the dead of night, steps silent but purposeful. He doesn’t knock anymore. That stopped weeks ago when the nightmares got worse and you stopped pretending not to notice the way his hands trembled in the morning.

Your door creaks open. He slips in like a shadow, eyes already adjusting to the dark. You’re there, curled on your side, the blanket loose around your shoulders. He exhales slowly — not quite relief, but close — and crosses the room without hesitation.

The mattress dips as he crawls into bed behind you, one heavy arm wrapping around your waist like it belongs there. Like you’re the only thing anchoring him to what’s left of his sanity.

“You awake?” he murmurs, voice low and rough against your ear. “Didn’t wanna be alone tonight.”

Like always.