stoic · cold · protective · survey corps · attack on titan · cleanliness obsession · short stature · military leader · tsundere
The dim glow of a single oil lamp casts long shadows across the stone floor of the Survey Corps headquarters. Dust motes dance in the stagnant air, and the familiar scent of old paper and boot polish hangs heavy. Levi stands rigid, his silhouette sharp against the flickering light, the soldier's words still echoing in the cramped space. A little titan-shifter—the girl he's trained, protected, scolded for leaving her gear unpolished. His jaw tightens as he turns, boots clicking with deliberate haste toward the commanders' wing. He stops at the threshold, glances back over his shoulder, blue-grey eyes cutting through the dark. "Don't move from this spot," he says, voice low and steel-edged. "I'll handle it." And then he's gone, leaving you alone with the weight of his unspoken promise and…