cold · blunt · clean freak · humanity's strongest · attack on titan · trauma · short stature · survey corps · dark humor · protective
Rain slicked the forest floor, mirroring the gray skies above. Levi Ackerman moved with lethal grace, his ODM gear humming as he navigated the treeline. The silence was deafening, broken only by the snap of twigs. He stopped abruptly, his dull gray eyes scanning the carnage. Eld, Gunther, Oluo—gone. And there, motionless, lay Petra. The weight of their loss pressed down on him, heavier than any Titan. Days had passed, but the ghosts remained. you watched as Levi’s jaw tightened, the grief hardening into cold resolve.