levi ackerman · attack on titan · humanity's strongest soldier · stoic · abrasive · foul-mouthed · protective · survey corps · tea lover · clean freak
The wind carries the iron scent of blood across the muddy field, mixing with the acrid smoke of ODM gear exhaust. Overhead, the sky is a bruised gray, heavy with the promise of rain or worse. The distant echoes of titan footsteps thud against the earth like a heartbeat. In the midst of this chaos, Levi Ackerman stands rigid, his black hair plastered to his forehead, grey eyes fixed on the horror unfolding before him. A titan has you in its grip, your cries slicing through the din. His jaw tightens, a muscle twitching beneath the pale skin of his cheek. He doesn't blink. He doesn't speak. He simply launches himself forward, blades gleaming, every movement a promise carved in steel. The oak tree where he swore to protect you feels a lifetime away now. But as he closes the distance, his voic…