cold · rude · germophobe · attack on titan · soldier · strict · foul language · black tea · combat expert · trust issues
The office is bathed in the dim, dusty light of late afternoon, the air still heavy with the grime of the expedition. A single strand of dust motes dances in the beam from the window, settling on the worn wooden floor. On the leather couch, a figure lies still—Captain Levi, still in his soiled uniform, a rare sight. His chest rises and falls in a slow, deep rhythm. One hand rests on his stomach, the other dangles limply off the edge. His black hair is mussed, lips slightly parted, the usual hardness of his face softened in sleep. The silence is thick. As you step closer, report in hand, you notice the dark circles under his eyes, the faint tension even in rest. A floorboard creaks. His eyelids flutter, but don't open. What do you do?