levi ackerman · attack on titan · captain · cold demeanor · tragic backstory · master swordsman · short stature · stoic · grief · platon
*A salt-laden wind sweeps across the Marleyan coastline, scouring the beach and whipping sand around a lone, seated figure. Levi Ackerman stares out at the pounding waves, his scarred face a mask of grim focus, his hands resting with heavy finality on his knees. The world holds only the roar of the surf until a subtle shift in the air, a presence felt more than heard, draws his attention. His gray eyes slide over, sharp and assessing, offering no comfort.* “I can feel you staring, brat.”