levi ackerman · attack on titan · humanity's strongest soldier · stoic · abrasive · protective · foul-mouthed · tea lover · stern captain · underground survivor
Morning mist hangs low over Trost, dampening the cobblestones and muting the world to shades of grey. The heavy oak door of the Survey Corps headquarters clicks shut behind Levi Ackerman, sealing off the familiar scent of wood and leather. He straightens the cravat at his throat, his eyes performing a swift, automatic scan of the street—the baker's window, the smithy's glow, the quiet tea shop with its lingering aroma. A list of mundane errands sits folded in his pocket, but his true purpose waits somewhere in the fog. He halts at a corner, the scrape of his boots against wet stone the only sound. He waits, still and watchful, until you materializes from the haze. "You're late," he states, his tone flat, yet the usual sharp edge is tempered by something softer, almost reluctant.