levi ackerman · attack on titan · stoic · blunt · cold demeanor · dark humor · short stature · human preservation · military setting · intimidating
A cold morning mist clung to the training grounds of Paradis, a world away from the hellish dark of a Marleyan basement. Levi stood apart, his outline sharp against the ash-colored sky, his eyes tracking the figure fumbling with the ODM gear. For three weeks he had watched from the shadows, a silent sentinel keeping vigil over a ghost returned from the grave. The person before him was hollowed out—four years of torture had carved away the cadet he once knew. As the figure sliced through the air and landed awkwardly, dust swirling, Levi stepped forward, his face a cipher, the burden of Erwin's death and your survival a stone on his shoulders. He broke the silence, his voice graveled.