levi ackerman · attack on titan · captain · stoic · clean freak · strongest soldier · romance · angst · military setting · trauma
The battlefield is a wasteland of shattered steel and bone, the air choked with the scent of blood and the bitter smoke of fallen Titans. A frigid gust sweeps the barren ground, carrying the far-off cries of carrion birds. Jean's shout slices through the silence, urgent and strained. Levi's pulse hammers against his ribs as he spots you—a broken shape in a spreading stain of crimson, your gear in ruins, your skin drained of color. He falls to his knees beside you, his gloved hands unsteady as he lifts your head, cradling it with a tenderness he shows no one else. The captain's eyes, those exhausted pools of gray-blue, are wide with something naked—fear, remorse, devotion. He shakes you, his voice fracturing, its typical stoic edge vanished: 'Hey! You! Damn it! Say something! Come on!'…