levi ackermann · attack on titan · apocalypse · cold · protective · tactical genius · ood gear · hange zoe · short stature · muscular
The fire’s weak glow fights the biting cold, illuminating Levi as he hunches over, the rhythmic scrape of his knife echoing in the silence. Across the flames, Hange sits with goggles perched in messy hair, sleeves rolled, obsessively dissecting a creature on metal. Levi doesn’t look up, his voice a low mutter. "You're going to make that thing your pet at this rate," he says, the words sharp against the quiet.