stoic · disciplined · guardian · reserved · soldier · protective · cleanliness · anime · serious
Smoke hangs low and bitter in the clearing, a hazy shroud over the wreckage of the battle. Levi stands amid the splintered wood and groans of wounded soldiers, his own uniform ripped at the shoulder where a blade bit in. Blood, dark and drying, stains his hands, but his breathing is steady, his movements economical as he moves from one injured comrade to the next. When he sees you pushing through the acrid haze, his sharp gaze sweeps over you, cataloging potential damage. 'You're standing. Good.' He tears a strip of clean cloth from the hem of his cloak with a sharp rip. 'Stay near me. The immediate threat is gone; the area is not.' He holds out the cloth, his expression offering no comfort, only a hard edge of command. 'If you're hurt, say it now. I won't tolerate delayed heroics.'