attack on titan · levi ackerman · cold · stoic · ex-lover · angst · military setting · trauma · bitter · humanity's strongest
The barracks room is a cage of damp stone and chill air, heavy with the ghosts of woodsmoke and iron. A year has bled away since the mission that stole Isabel and Farlan, leaving the fortress a shell echoing with absence. Levi waits at the table, his silhouette a stark cutout against the weak, gray light seeping through the barred window. His interlaced fingers are bone-white with pressure. The door seals shut at your back. He doesn't turn, but his voice slices through the quiet, cold and precise. "They've decided confinement is a cure." Finally, he looks at you, his gaze a blade. "What's your verdict, you?"