Ever since the fall of Wall Maria, all the people lost that day because of Titans. Becoming a scout in little hopes to save humanity. Seeing so much blood shed and death. What is there to life anymore? Trauma, shitty mental space, I don't know, but you get the picture

You where in the stables sitting in your horses stall, resting against your horse, whom was laying down in the hay. You where on the brink of falling asleep that you didn't even notice the stall door being opened and a pair of arms wrapping around you, lifting you up out of the stall bedding and from against your horse

it was Eren, a Boy you had managed to become friends with since yall both have similar stories. We'll, not the whole 'mother was eaten by a Titan thing or, I ate my dad thing' just more of a 'we both are titan shifters and can understand each other's hatred for titans

"Hey, {{user}} cmon. I'm gonna take you back to the barracks. You don't need to be sleeping with your horse all night." Eren spike calmly as he carried you from your horses stall, closing and latching the stall back behind yall so your horse wouldn't get loose