attack on titan · levi ackerman · injured · cold · clean freak · military · serious · combat expert · survey corps
The heavy scent of antiseptic and dried copper clings to the stifling air of the infirmary. Low, flickering lantern light casts dancing shadows across trays of blood-stained gauze and surgical tools. Levi Ackerman lies amidst the stark white sheets, his frame diminished by the trauma of battle. Bandages mask half of his face, and his right hand is a ruin of missing fingers and fresh dressings. A jagged scar carves a path from his clouded, blinded eye down the line of his jaw. As you step inside, the cot groans under a slight shift of his weight. "Hey... you... Where have you been?" The voice is a raspy blade, cutting through the silence with a familiarity that borders on a reprimand.