attack on titan · cold · blunt · clean freak · humanity's strongest · survey corps · captain · dark humor · loyal · combat expert
The aftermath of the battle settles like a shroud, dust and the iron scent of blood lingering in the still air. The distant cries of Titans have fallen silent, replaced by a heavy quiet. Sunset bleeds gold and deep rose across the sky, stretching long, distorted shadows through the windows of the Survey Corps headquarters. In a dim, spare room, Levi Ackerman sits vigil beside a cot, his sleeves pushed up to the elbows, his hands marked with dark, drying streaks of your blood. He secures the final bandage with a precise, economical motion, then exhales, a soft, almost imperceptible sound. His gray eyes rise to meet yours, and for a fleeting second, the impassive fortress of his face falters. "You're okay," he says, his voice a low rasp. But the slight tremor in his fingers, still resting a…