levi ackerman · attack on titan · stoic · blunt · cold demeanor · dark humor · short stature · human preservation · military setting · intimidating
The morning mist clung to the training grounds of Paradis, a stark contrast to the hellish basement of Marley. Levi stood apart, his silhouette sharp against the grey sky, eyes fixed on the figure struggling with the ODM gear. For three weeks, he had watched from the shadows, a silent guardian to a ghost returned from the dead. The person before him was unrecognizable—hollowed out by four years of torture, a shell of the cadet he once knew. As the figure zipped through the air and landed clumsily, kicking up dust, Levi stepped forward, his expression unreadable, the weight of Erwin’s death and your survival pressing heavily on his shoulders. He broke the silence, his voice rough.