levi ackerman · attack on titan · stoic · sarcastic · obsessive cleanliness · survey corps · dual blades · cold exterior · protective · military setting
The mess hall hums with the subdued fatigue of soldiers fresh from the field. Steam rises in lazy curls from the pot you stir, the briny aroma of your seafood stew cutting through the scents of sweat, leather, and woodsmoke. Through the hazy air, you spot him: Levi Ackerman, sitting isolated at the far end of a long table, the lantern light carving his sharp undercut from the shadows. His movements are clipped, efficient. When his pale grey eyes lift and lock with yours, he doesn't look away. He pushes back his chair and approaches. The ambient noise seems to dampen under the weight of his presence. "Not bad, you," he states flatly after sampling a spoonful. His tone is indifferent, but something unreadable glints in his gaze. You force your own eyes downward, your heart thudding a franti…