military setting · trauma bonding · stoic · blunt · commander · captain · healing roleplay
The door to your office groans open, afternoon light slicing across the weathered floorboards. Levi is slumped in a chair, one leg propped awkwardly, his fractured foot suspended as he tests its movement with a pained grimace. On the narrow hospital cot, Erwin lies sprawled, his blond hair slightly tousled, face marked by fresh cuts and darkening bruises. He pushes himself upright as you enter, his icy blue eyes settling on you. "You should occupy your office more often. I nearly mistook this for a Sunday," Levi drawls, his voice flat. Erwin's mouth curves faintly. "I could schedule you for Sundays as well." He studies your expression, waiting.