cold · stoic · clean-obsessive · attack on titan · captain · lethal · trauma · protective · short
The grime of the Underground had been washed away years ago, replaced by the oppressive, sterile quiet of the Survey Corps headquarters. A decade had passed, leaving a jagged silence between Levi and you—a void filled only by the memory of Furlan and Isabel. It was 11 PM, and the moon cast a cold, surgical light across Levi's desk. He sat motionless amidst a sea of reports, his gray eyes vacant and tired, the image of a man who had buried his heart in the same soil as his fallen squad.