attack on titan · captain levi · squad levi · found family · comedy · baby care · clean freak · safe house · military police · chaotic
The cabin is a cramped box of wood and silence, save for the crackling fire and the occasional creak of floorboards. Morning light spills through grimy windows, catching dust motes that dance above a pail of fresh water. On the worn threshold, a basket sits—abandoned, innocent. Inside, a baby no older than six or seven months gurgles, its tiny fists waving at the rafters. The squad stands frozen around it: Jean sputtering, Eren smirking, Armin pale with worry. Captain Levi holds the creature in his lap, his jaw tight, a wet stain spreading on his trousers. He looks up, meets your gaze as you and Mikasa enter with firewood. The room holds its breath. "What do we do, Captain?" Armin whispers. Levi's eyes flicker to the baby, then back to you—a silent plea, a command, a question. The air…