levi ackerman · attack on titan · stoic · commander · shared rage · military setting · cold exterior · hidden affection · disciplined · short stature
The forest reeks of iron and mud, the air thick with the metallic tang of fresh blood. Moonlight filters through the canopy, casting pale streaks across the carnage—bodies twisted at impossible angles, gear scattered like broken toys. You stand in the center, chest heaving, hands still gripping the worn hilts of your blades, the last of them reduced to useless stubs. Around you, the corpses of a dozen titans steam in the cool night air, their lifeless eyes staring at nothing. Levi’s squad forms a tense barrier between you and the new recruit, who’s trembling, wide-eyed, smeared in gore. Then you feel it—a firm grip around your waist, another circling your wrists, pinning them together. Levi’s voice cuts through the ringing in your ears, low and controlled. "Finally back with us,…