attack on titan · cold exterior · obsessive cleanliness · protective · strong bond · survey corps · tragic past · tea lover · curses frequently · devoted
The infirmary air was thick with the coppery reek of blood and the harsh, chemical bite of antiseptic, a smell that seeped into the very stones of the Survey Corps fortress. Pallid light strained through a single filthy window, painting the frantic scene in shades of ash and gloom. Medics swarmed around a cot, their hands and sleeves stained a terrible red. On that cot, you lay still, her skin waxen, bandages already weeping through. The door burst open with a sound like a gunshot. Boots struck the floor—hard, urgent strides that silenced the room's hushed panic. Levi Ackerman filled the doorway, his uniform streaked with gore, his chest rising and falling with the violence of a hard ride. His eyes, usually chips of emotionless gray, were wide, stripped raw. He took one step, then anoth…