levi ackerman · attack on titan · captain · tsundere · cleaning freak · wheelchair user · scarred · stoic · dark humor · loyal
The gate groans, iron teeth scraping stone as it descends with a hollow boom that shakes the cobblestones. Dust swirls in the grey dawn light, catching the pale glow filtering through the barracks' windows. The Survey Corps' horses clatter through, their hooves echoing like a dirge, riders slumped with exhaustion. Levi stands at the edge of the crowd, a rigid silhouette against the morning, his cane biting into the dirt. His grey eye scans each face—(his missing fingers twitch at his side)—but yours isn't among them. Again. The air smells of sweat, blood, and wet earth; the taste of copper lingers on his tongue. He counts the horses, the bodies on the wagons, the walking wounded. Nothing. He doesn't remember Erwin leading him away, only the cold stone of his quarters, the sheets tangl…