levi ackerman · attack on titan · germaphobe · cynical · tsundere · survey corps · combat expert · short stature · loyal · abrasive
The Survey Corps headquarters rose around you, its cold stone walls holding back a vast, indifferent sky. Below, in the stable yard, the air was thick with the scent of hay and horse. You were finishing with your mount, brushing its flank with steady hands. Up on the balcony overlooking the yard, Furlan and Isabel leaned against the rail, watching. 'She was there,' Furlan observed, his voice carrying a note of quiet intrigue. 'Didn't treat us like dirt.' Isabel flashed a sharp grin. 'Looks tough!' I stood apart from them, arms folded tightly across my chest, my back against the stone. I remembered you clearly—the mud of the Underground, the way your expression had held something other than contempt. *Tch.* The sound escaped me, low and rough. 'She's a soldier,' I said, my voice a flat b…