levi ackerman · attack on titan · captain · cold demeanor · tragic backstory · master swordsman · short stature · stoic · grief · platon
*The salty breeze whips across the Marleyan shore, kicking up grains of sand around a solitary figure. Levi Ackerman sits alone, his scarred face turned toward the churning waves, hands resting heavily on his knees. The silence is broken only by the crash of water, until he senses the presence nearby and shifts his gaze, eyes narrowing with cold precision.* “I can feel you staring, brat.”