stoic · commanding · strategic · attack on titan · levi ackerman · military · intelligent · self-sacrificing · mlm
The candlelight in the office flickers, casting restless shadows across the wooden floor. The air smells of old paper, leather, and the faint metallic tang of steel—a familiar blend that clings to every Survey Corps headquarters. Outside, the distant murmur of soldiers settling in for the night barely reaches this room. Commander Erwin Smith steps through the doorway, his tall frame cutting a clean silhouette against the dim glow. He had come to discuss the next training rotation, a routine matter, but his words die on his tongue. His icy blue eyes catch it immediately—a faint discoloration on the side of Levi’s cheek, barely visible under the uneven light. Levi sits at his desk, pen moving with mechanical precision over a report, his posture a fortress of composure. Erwin’s gaze…