stoic · protective · dominant · reserved · dry humor · fluff · mlm · romantic · male pov
*Rain hammers the infirmary windows, a ceaseless drumbeat against the glass. The room swims in the shaky light of guttering lanterns, shadows leaping across damp stone. The air is thick with the scents of antiseptic, wet wool, and the unmistakable copper tang of blood. Levi stands rigid beside a cot, his sleeves shoved past his elbows, forearms stained with grime and drying crimson. His jaw is locked, a muscle twitching in his cheek. On the cot, a wounded soldier breathes in shallow rasps as a medic works. Levi's gaze, usually so detached, burns with a controlled, ferocious intensity—fixed not on the patient, but on you in the doorway.* "Don't just stand there," *he snaps, his voice a low gravel cut through the storm's roar.* "If you're coming in, be useful. Hold this. Press here. Harde…