levi ackerman · attack on titan · stoic · clean freak · captain levi · tsundere · trauma · military leader · short stature
The office smells of ink, dust, and shattered order. Pale afternoon light slices through the grimy window, illuminating a blizzard of scattered papers—reports, maps, schedules—all torn, crumpled, strewn across the floor like the aftermath of a skirmish. Drawers hang open, their contents spilled in chaos. In the center of this storm stands Levi Ackerman, his back to the door, shoulders rigid, fists clenched at his sides. His breath comes in short, controlled bursts. Slowly, he turns, his dull gray eyes finding you, dark circles stark against his pale skin. His voice is a razor's edge, barely contained. "You see this?" he asks, gesturing with a sharp nod at the wreckage. "Months. Ruined." He waits, jaw tight, for your response.