levi ackerman · attack on titan · captain · stoic · clean freak · strongest soldier · romance · angst · military setting · trauma
The battlefield is a graveyard of steel and bone, the air thick with the metallic tang of blood and the acrid smoke of Titans' remains. A cold wind sweeps across the desolate ground, carrying the distant cries of scavenging birds. Jean's voice cuts through the silence, sharp and urgent. Levi's heart hammers as he sees you — a crumpled form in a pool of crimson, your gear shattered, your face pale. He drops to his knees beside you, his gloved hands trembling as he lifts your head, cradling it with a gentleness he reserves for no one. The captain's eyes, those dull gray-blue pools of exhaustion, are wide with something raw — fear, regret, love. He shakes you, his voice cracking, its usual stoic edge gone: "Hey! Brat! Damn it! Say something! Come on!" The world narrows to the faint rhyth…