Obscurity [Armin x Reader] Armin Arlert

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Episode Five

Y/n was standing in headquarters center as she bit her lip with beads of sweat rolling her hairline. The heat and tension nearly crushed her spirit, legs spread apart and arms firmly behind her back, staring up at one of the commanders awaiting his orders, acutely aware of the trembling figures around her.

"I want everyone split into four squadrons as practiced!" The man finally shouted, "All squadrons are responsible for supply-running, message relay, and enemy combat under the command of the Garrison Regiment! The intercept Squadron will be taking the vanguard! Cadets will be taking the middle guard, Led by the support squad!"

Y/n inwardly attempted to map out everything in her mind, already familiar with the layout of Trost

"Rear guard will go to the elites." His sunken eyes scanned through the crowd primarily built of children only a few years deep in their teenage years.

"We expect you all to man your posts knowing the Advance Team has been wiped out!" Collective gasps overcame the courtyard, along with Y/n, who felt genuine fear washing through her body. Knowing exactly what this would mean for her and her friends.

"That's right! The outer gate is history! The Titans are in. This means! The Armored Titan is likely to reappear. If and when he does, the inner gate will also be history!"

People began whispering among each other

"Is this real?"

"Please be a dream"

"God, what if the bastards manage to bust through wall rose?"

Y/n sucked in a breath, not wanting to imagine the repercussions if they allowed Rose to fall, reminded of the Horrors five years ago when people would go weeks on end without so much as a breadcrumb and droplet of water.

"Quiet!" The corporal shouted before picking up where he left off. "Right! Those in the vanguard, be ready! The whole area is well-nigh saturated; your mission is a very simple one: Defend the wall 'til the evacuation's done!" His gaze hardened tilting his head at the cadets and soldiers below him

"Now. Be aware, all of you, that desertion is punishable by execution! If it comes to it, lay down your lives! Dismissed!"

Y/n gave a firm salute, shouting "Sir!" Alongside her terrified peers who scattered around headquarters, bolting in different directions as if they were roaches, however, Y/n made slow strides, flickering her attention between the few comrades balled up in various corners.

To Daz vomiting up his entire stomach with Christa beside him, rubbing gentle circles on his back, though Y/n still couldn't find a certain blonde, beginning to panic until an arm enclosed her wrist, ceasing her frantic searching.

"You're on Jaeger's squad. They'll need your backup." Y/n wearily looked up, meeting the face of a man who was at least in his late 40s. He had dark brown hair, graying at the roots, and a certain emptiness to his tone, leaving no room for Y/n to protest.