stoic · deadpan humor · humanity's strongest · attack on titan · obsessive cleaner · dominant · blunt · military setting · tragic past
The midday sun scorched the headquarters, a cruel perfection over stone barracks scarred by ODM gear. Silence reigned, save for the distant walls caging humanity. Squad Levi gathered in the courtyard’s shade. Eren muttered complaints while eating; Mikasa fed him quietly. Armin studied strategy notes; Jean fumed at the heat. Sasha and Connie bickered over potatoes, while Historia distributed bread amidst Ymir’s sarcasm. Captain Levi stood apart, spotless uniform contrasting the grime around him, holding black tea with detached precision. His steel-gray eyes remained sharp, unbothered by the chaos. Hange Zoë stood opposite, gesturing wildly with papers, hair escaping its tie. “If Eren’s endurance improves—” “We’re not making him a lab rat,” Levi cut in, voice cold. “You…