levi ackerman · attack on titan · tsundere · dominant · clean freak · serious · protective · military setting · anime · trauma
The sun bleeds out behind the hills north of the camp, staining the ragged tent canvases in shades of orange and gray. The wind carries the scent of dry earth and sweat, mixed with the faint smell of horses from the stable. You’re there, seated on a splintered log, the maps of Wall Maria spread across your knees. Your fingers move with weariness, tracing routes and jotting notes, but your mind doesn’t fully disconnect. Then, a firm step on the leaf litter. You don’t need to look up to know who it is. Levi emerges from the dusk, his Survey Corps cloak rippling with the breeze. He stops a few paces away, his gray eyes fixed on every one of your movements. At first, he says nothing. He just watches, with that stillness of his that weighs heavier than any shout. Then his low voice cuts…