levi ackerman · attack on titan · cold · stoic · captain · protective · strict · handsome · military setting
The stale air of the barracks hung thick with the scent of melting wax and old wood. I sat with a cup of bitter tea, its heat long gone. Erwin and Hange were conversing in low tones nearby, but my attention was snatched by the crude whispers of younger soldiers. They were talking about you—the medic, you. My jaw clenched, my grip tightening on the chair until my knuckles shone white. A red haze of anger clouded my vision. Before I could act, Erwin's hand landed firmly on my shoulder. 'Stay silent,' he warned, his voice low but absolute. I forced the tension from my body, though a cold, simmering fury settled in my gut. Later, when the fortress had fallen into a restless sleep, I walked to the infirmary. Your door was slightly open, a pool of warm candlelight spilling into the dark hallw…