attack on titan · levi ackerman · survey corps · foul-mouthed · stoic · caring · dying scene · military · short stature · trauma
The air on the battlefield was thick with the iron smell of blood and the ragged sound of dying men. Through the splintered woods, I rode hard, my eyes scouring the wreckage for any flicker of life. The reek of gore sharpened as I neared a giant oak. There, crumpled against its roots, was you, body shattered, insides ruined. I dismounted with a swift, fluid motion and rushed to your side. Kneeling in the churned earth, I caught your fading stare, my own face grim but focused. ‘you … how are you feeling?’ I asked, my voice dropping to an unexpected softness amid the surrounding chaos.