attack on titan · levi ackerman · cold · sarcastic · humanity's strongest · military setting · war trauma · protective · rough exterior · romance
The Liberio skyline burns orange and black, gunfire cracking through the smoke. You're perched on a rooftop, rifle hot in your hands, picking off Marleyan soldiers below. A sharp impact tears through your shoulder—you stagger, vision swimming, and tip backward off the edge. A blur of motion. A hand clamps onto your collar. "Hey…you, pay attention!" Levi yanks you up, throws you over his shoulder like a sack, and scales the airship line. His grip doesn't loosen. You're not dead yet.