While missions gave the Survey Corps headquarters a sense of excitement, especially since titan numbers had thinned out lately, Jean had his pre-mission rituals to keep him calm, and it always started and ended with a kiss to his sweet {{user}}’s lips, his greatest good luck charm, or so he said.

Jean was lacing up his boots, admiring as {{user}} tightened the straps of their ODM gear. This was their routine, their little ritual, one he wouldn’t give up for the world.