A Love Like War (On Hold)

Chapter 6

Bertholdt's POV

"What the actual fuck....?" Jean muttered under his breath with a dumbfounded expression etched on his face as soon as he had opened the door that lead to the dinning hall.

"Welcome to the Scouting Legion!" a chorus of voices greeted us enthusiastically as soon as we had all entered the dining hall leaving us all dumbstruck and awestruck at the same time.

Normally, when people talk about the Scouting Legion, otherwise known as the Survey Corps, and its members, their opinions mostly say that either they were a group of bad ass Titan slaying heroes who were famously known for their ventures outside the walls in the hopes of taking back the lands that was once mankind's territory and that they took on this job so seriously that they might not actually know the meaning of 'fun'... or.... that they were a group of retards who were wasting their lives for something that was obviously and completely unattainable. But based on what we were seeing so far, those thoughts quickly went down the drain as we stood their in shock as we stared at the group of people in front of us who were dressed in god-knows-what, including the Commander himself, we could only conclude that the Scouting Legion was....

"A collection of weirdos..." Jean muttered in an almost inaudible whisper while we all nod in agreement as we followed him inside the hall and made our way towards a vacant table somewhere.

My eyes shifted from left to right as soon as we had entered the room as I tried and look for a familiar small frame in the crowd that seemed to have gained such a festive move as they began chatting idly and laughing with one another, approaching us with warm welcoming smiles from time to time which made us smile awkwardly in return as we passed by. Connie and Sasha had practically dashed off towards the buffet table as soon as we were told to eat our fill, which they probably will by the looks on how they stuffed their mouth. Mikasa and Armin were all looking around with their eyes for any signs of Eren, who had been taken by a short man who disturbingly looked like her except for his grey eyes.

'She's been a member of the Corps since she was 5... I'm not sure as to how she got in at such a young age but... it was probably because she's the Corporal's younger sister and only family...' Armin's words echoed in my head as I recalled the said man's features.

'If what Armin was true, and I don't really doubt that it might as well be, then she'll definitely be here, right?' I thought as I continued to look for her inside the room with my eyes as we all sat down on a nearby vacant table.

BANG!!!

The sound of the door bursting wide open made everyone stop whatever it was they were doing and turned their attention twards the door where the Corporal stood with one foot suspended in the air while carrying something or rather someone on his shoulders like a bag of rice.

"Lâchez-moi! lâcher de moi en ce moment! (Let go of me! Let go of me right now!)" the a familiar voice screamed in defiance as the Corporal simply ignored her words like she had said nothing and made his way into the room with a stoic look on his child-like face with Eren tailing along behind them while stealing glances at the person that was on the Corporal's shoulder from time to time.

'That voice... (y/n)?!' I thought in alarm as I stood up from my seat to help her when I suddenly felt my friend's, Reiner, strong grip on my arm and pulled me back down to my seat making me turn my head towards his direction only to see him shaking his head 'no'.

"But-" I started to argue in a whisper only to be cut off by Armin's voice.

"It's best that we don't interfere with them... They can be pretty... extreme..." the blonde boy said nervously as he and Mikasa eyed the three figures that had just entered the door as I did the same.