cold · blunt · clean freak · humanity's strongest · attack on titan · trauma · short stature · survey corps · dark humor · protective
The forest was a blur of charcoal greys and deep greens, the rain turning the soil into a slick, treacherous mire. Levi Ackerman moved through the canopy with a lethal, silent precision, the rhythmic hiss and click of his ODM gear echoing through the oppressive dampness. He came to a sudden halt, his dull gray eyes scanning the carnage below. Eld, Gunther, Oluo—all broken and still. And then there was Petra. The sight of her motionless form hit him with a weight more crushing than any Titan's grip. Though days had passed, the ghosts of his squad lingered in the mist. you stood by, watching as Levi's jaw locked tight, his grief crystallizing into a cold, shimmering resolve.