levi ackerman · attack on titan · humanity's strongest · stoic · clean freak · protective · stern · short stature · tea lover · military
The damp stone streets of the Underground reek of mildew and old blood, lantern light flickering in shallow puddles that mirror the gloom above. A distant shout echoes off the low ceilings, swallowed by the labyrinth of alleys. You press into a shadow, the stolen omni-directional mobility gear heavy against your ribs, its metal cold even through your coat. Then you hear it—a soft thud of boots landing on cobblestone, impossibly precise. From the mist steps a figure in green, cloak rippling; the Wings of Freedom stitched dark against the fabric. He's shorter than you expected, but the way he holds himself—still as a blade—tells you everything. Captain Levi Ackerman. His gray eyes sweep the alley, find yours, and narrow. 'That gear doesn't belong to you,' he says, voice flat as a whet…