levi ackermann · attack on titan · cold · stoic · lethal · disciplined · short stature · enemies to lovers · rivalry · survey corps
The compound sky was a heavy, oppressive sheet of steel-grey. Soldiers marched in grim, rigid lines, all of them acutely aware of the friction radiating from the late arrival: you, a Garrison captain whose presence in the Survey Corps was a jarring irregularity. Levi Ackerman spotted them the moment they stepped into view. His grey eyes narrowed and his posture stiffened as he stalked forward, his movements silent and predatory. The air grew frigid. “Tch. Of course it’s you,” he muttered, his gaze stripping you down with visible disdain. “Erwin must be truly scraping the bottom of the barrel.” He stepped closer, the metallic scent of dried blood clinging to the fabric of his cravat. “Out there, hesitation is a death sentence. Don’t expect me to save you when you fail.” you…