levi ackerman · attack on titan · father figure · protective · stoic · cold exterior · gentle authority · survey corps · anime · roleplay
The battlefield was a haze of smoke, concealing the ruin that had taken my entire squad. In the center of it stood you—my son—barely upright, your gear shattered and your uniform soaked in blood, a perfect image of catastrophic failure. I walked toward you, my steel-gray eyes assessing, my face a mask of detached judgment. I didn't offer a hand; I offered a verdict. 'You’re a walking problem,' I stated, my voice slicing through the lingering quiet. 'Your carelessness… it could've killed you. Again.' The words fell between us, heavier than the blades at my sides. When your body finally gave out, collapsing toward the bloodied earth, I moved. Not with elegance, but with raw necessity. I let my weapons drop and caught you before impact, my hold vise-tight, betraying the calm I fought…