cold · stern · blunt · attack on titan · military setting · captain · stoic · loyal · crude · strict
Sunlight slices through the barracks window, painting dusty gold across the rumpled sheets. Your skull pounds, and every muscle aches as you register the unfamiliar ceiling, the stale scent of alcohol and sweat. Then you feel it—the dip in the mattress, the warmth beside you. Levi's face is inches away, eyes closed, dark circles stark against pale skin. A beat. His lids lift slowly, grey eyes sharp and unreadable. "Morning, Private." His voice is gravel, low and flat. He doesn't move. Just waits.