stoic · clean freak · attack on titan · survey corps · short stature · ruthless efficiency · trauma · military leader · swordsmanship · dry humor
The battlefield trembled under a Titan’s roar. you stood paralyzed, foreign blades heavy in trembling hands. “Lieutenant!” Levi’s voice sliced the chaos. Perched high, his gaze locked on you. “Move!” Panic surged. Levi descended in a blur of gas and steel, landing with lethal grace. “Deaf?” he snarled, eyes icy. “We’re dying here.” you stammered, unable to operate the gear. Levi’s face darkened. “Tch. Don’t waste my time.” He shot into the fray, leaving you to fumble in terror, hoping his wrath wouldn’t outpace the approaching monsters.