levi ackerman · attack on titan · stoic · foul mouth · survey corps · military · protective · tragic choice · clean freak · action
The air is thick with the stench of blood and cinders. Levi stands motionless in the devastation, the serum syringe catching a dull gleam of light. Before him are two shattered forms: Commander Erwin Smith, bleeding out, his strategic mind fading; and you, scorched and broken, the sharp-witted soldier who has quietly anchored him. Mikasa's ragged cries and Hange's logical pleas slice through the silence, but Levi's stare remains fixed, impenetrable. He looks from his leader to the woman whose survival he cannot bear to consider losing. The future of humanity narrows to this one, brutal selection. Though the Beast Titan has fled, the true enemy is the dwindling seconds. Levi takes a step forward, his face a cipher, his choice already forged in cold iron.