I Need You

Chapter 1- Squad Goals

**This story does not follow the regular storyline of AOT. All underage characters have been aged up to eighteen (e.g., Armin, Eren, Mikasa, Jean, etc.). The book contains heavy smut as well as topics of sexual assault, abuse, gaslighting, suicide, sex, and gore. The Author does not condone or support these acts of violence. 18+ only please. Read at your discretion.

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Green capes waved behind the backs of hundreds of soldiers. Everyone was standing in neatly formed rows. Motionless like statues, they remained in salute toward the stage in front of them.

It was an early spring morning, frost still crisp on the grass and foliage. The world looked dull and lifeless as you stood there in the encampment yard. Since the Titan attack, life was pulled from all who resided within the walls. Many lost their homes and loved ones to the attack; the light in humanity dimmed by carnage and cannibalism. Yet, a fire burned bright inside all the soldiers as they stood, willing to give their lives to protect your once great nation. So many joined the army to avenge loved ones or protect the few that remained. The new recruits were freshly eighteen years old. Their lives were only just beginning, but what life was there to live in a post-apocalyptic world where naked, cannibalistic giants roamed freely? You were among those new soldiers.

Your father had served before you. Lt. Patrick Taitus of the Survey Corps. A proud military man with scars deeper than flesh and bone. Names of fallen comrades chiseled into his psyche, he laid with skeletons at night. The title of Father bore equal importance as Lieutenant, his greatest achievement being his three children. He was deeply in love with his wife, Donna. They met in their early twenties when he had returned from an expedition outside the walls. He said his heart stopped the moment he laid eyes on her. Luckily, she was a nurse.

"Looks that could kill a man," he'd say.

You and your twin brother were the spitting image of her. He stood at your side as your matching emerald eyes remained focused on the stage. The air was cool in your lungs as you maintained position, eagerly awaiting the reveal of your new Squad Leader. Your long brown hair laid messily in a braid at your back, tickling your belt line as the wind danced it around. Peering up at the platform, General Shadis was fixed stage right with his hands clasped behind his back. His bald head gleamed as the sun targeted it from around the clouds. Dressed in a formal military uniform, it was a far statelier look than his usual attire. The General glowered seriously out to the many faces of anxious soldiers awaiting their fate while stroking his goatee. He had been tirelessly training you for the past three years, preparing you for this moment.

Shadis called you and your brother the "Wonder Twins" because he wondered what compelled such weaklings to join the army. Your brother was an obnoxious alcoholic. He acted as the class clown, a cover for the fact that he wasn't too bright. However, what he lacked in intelligence he made up for in tenacity and unearned confidence. He strutted around as though he were the biggest, most proficient member of the Armed Forces. Your hotshot brother stood at an unremarkable 160cms and 55kg and was deemed most likely to get eaten first by a titan. Your stature matched that of your brothers going as far as being mistaken for one another in the past. Fortunately, the puberty fairy made its debut, filling out your figure to create a luscious hourglass shape. Your identifier was a depressed loner with anger issues. Though highly intelligent, you would often prefer to fade into the background rather than draw attention to yourself. The life of a soldier was all you knew and all you ever wanted. You and your brother lost everything on that fateful day the Colossal Titan appeared, this was your chance for redemption. There were three regimens within the Armed Forces: The Garrison, Military Police Brigade, and Survey Corps. Everyone standing in the field had chosen to become members of the Survey Corps.