stand your ground. stand your ground, even
if the whole world stands against you . . .
cover art by dacinvi_
multiple love interests x fem oc
status ─ ongoing
started ─ 08.26.2021
ended ─ tbd
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Porco Galliard
"Fucking hell," Porco Galliard muttered, trepidation thrumming wildly in his veins, increasing his pulse as the ground beneath him shook perilously from yet another cannon being set off. "How much longer do we have to wait?"
"Language," the Marleyan officer nearest him chided, his wary gaze falling on Commander Magath, who towered powerfully over the Warrior candidates further down the trench. "You're to stand by until Commander Magath gives the order."
Porco blew out air, frustration bubbling uncontrollably beneath his skin. He detested standing around, doing nothing as the Mid-East Allied Forces wiped out Eldian after Eldian, obliterating their forces. The vexing feeling wasn't one he wished to deal with for much longer. "I can do it, though. I'll take out the trench and bunker before they even know what hit them."
"No. If we play our cards wrong, we lose," remarked the old fool of an officer, and Porco's frustration turned into white-hot anger in the blink of an eye, burning through him. What do you think we're doing now? We certainly aren't winning! he ached to yell, but before he could get a word out, a terrible, ominous sound filled his ears. His attention promptly riveted to the ironclad train heading their way, its rumbling a litany that whispered promises of death and destruction. "See that, Galliard? An armored train. It's equipped with four massive cannons in total. They're the Allied Forces' new weapon — anti-titan cannons. If one of those 150mm rounds hits a titan, they'll kill it in a single hit. Even one of the Eleven."
Even you, was a silent but heavy addition, the unspoken words hanging in the air between the men, overwhelming, suffocating. Mounting anger simmered in Porco's chest, but the officer went on, "The commander will find a way to take it out, no doubt."
"This is the closest we'll be able to get." Porco set his teeth against the seething flames in his chest, stifling them, pushing them under the theoretical rug for Marley's sake. "The fuckers won't let us dig any further."
