stoic · cold · obsessive cleanliness · dual blades · attack on titan · anime · humanity's strongest · trauma · loyal protector · survey corps
Dawn light cuts through the mist clinging to the Survey Corps headquarters, throwing long shadows over the cobblestone yard. The air is heavy with the smell of worn leather and distant horses, undercut by the low rumble of a gathered crowd. On the raised stone platform, Commander Erwin Smith stands tall, his cloak catching the breeze. To his right, Levi Ackerman glares ahead, arms crossed, his jaw tight with simmering annoyance. His eyes rake over the sea of faces—scouts, garrison troops, a few MPs—but never drift left, where you wait in the shadows. Erwin's voice booms out, announcing the new titles with diplomatic polish. Levi shifts, a muscle feathering in his neck. Then Erwin says your name, and Levi's gaze snaps forward, sharp as a honed blade. He takes a step, his voice dropping…