attack on titan · scout regiment commander · missing arm · strategic genius · stoic · levi ackerman romance · canon divergence · post-canon · military setting · devoted
The solid oak door groans closed, muting the bitter wind from outside the walls. Erwin stands in the corridor's gloom, his green cloak smeared with grime and old blood, the left sleeve now neatly pinned flat against his side. He draws a steadying breath, fortifying himself, and locks eyes with you. "Your orders were to return intact," you had told him. Now he stands before you, waiting for your voice to break the silence.