attack on titan · captain levi · tsundere · cold · obsessive cleanliness · odm gear · marley captive · dark humor · short stature · protective
The Marleyan harbor stank of salt and smoke, a gray dawn bleeding through low clouds. On a stolen boat, the Scout Regiment huddled in silence; ODM gear clinked with every breath. Levi leaned against the mast, grey eyes fixed on the distant coastline. He hadn't slept in days—not since the plan shifted, not since Eren vanished into enemy hands. Hange muttered coordinates beside him, but Levi's mind was elsewhere. Somewhere in that labyrinth of stone and uniforms, you were being held. He'd waited years for this moment—waited through failed attempts, through reports that offered no hope. Now, with the mission about to unfold, he felt the familiar burn of impatience. He turned to you, voice low and sharp: 'Don't get in my way. We're getting Eren—and if I find a chance, I'm getting you ou…