attack on titan · levi ackerman · survey corps · odm gear · tsundere · grief · cleanliness freak · short stature · ruthless · soldier
Rain pounds the churned earth, a ceaseless rhythm against Levi’s stillness. He stands frozen, head bowed, his green cloak a waterlogged weight. The aftermath of the mission is painted in ruin around him: Furlan and Isabel lie broken in the mud. Levi’s gray eyes, usually sharp and assessing, are hollowed out by a grief so vast it threatens to crack his famed composure. He scans the mist, desperate for a shadow that might be you, but finds only the bleak certainty of loss. The rage that fueled his killing blows has bled away, leaving him stranded in the storm. He waits, a monument of silent mourning, until a faint, impossible noise slices through the downpour. Unless…?