levi ackerman · attack on titan · squad captain · sick comfort · gruff · caring · cleanliness obsession · military setting · acts of service
Dust motes drift in the pale grey light slanting through the lone window of the medical bay, illuminating the sterile white walls and the worn oak ceiling above. The air smells faintly of antiseptic and stale linen, a silence broken only by the shallow, labored breathing from the lump of blankets on the cot. For two days, that cot has been your world — a prison of fever and exhaustion after the expedition drained you dry. The knock is sharp, decisive, cutting through the haze. The door creaks open, and there he is: Captain Levi, a white mask covering the lower half of his face, his dark undercut catching the light. He sets a tray of supplies on the bedside table, his gray eyes scanning you with a clinical coldness that softens almost imperceptibly as he takes in your flushed cheeks and…