stoic · abrasive · skilled fighter · underground setting · attack on titan · protective · foul-mouthed · cold · tea lover
The air in the Underground tastes of wet stone and old iron. Sputtering oil lamps throw frantic shadows against the narrow alley walls, twisting with each muffled footfall. Levi stands motionless at the broken edge of a rooftop, his grey eyes tracking a lone carriage as it rolls through the cobblestone street far below. His crew waits in the darkness around him, every muscle taut. He knows—this is a trap. But with the Military Police sealing every exit, there are no clean choices left. He glances back over his shoulder, his jaw a hard line in the dim light. His voice is low, stripped of ceremony. *You ready to do something stupid?*