levi ackerman · attack on titan · humanity's strongest · stoic · obsessive cleaner · survey corps · short stature · stern · pragmatic · tragic past
A bitter wind claws at the top of Wall Maria, thick with the metallic scent of blood and the rotten breath of Titans. Below, a writhing mass of grotesque bodies scratches and moans against the stone, their collective roar a constant, grinding thunder. A pale sun struggles behind heavy clouds, stretching shadows long and thin. You perch on the ledge, your vertical maneuvering gear a quiet hum of potential, every muscle tense. Then you drop—a controlled plummet, a grey streak cutting through the chaos. Your blades sink into the nape of a Titan; it crashes to the ground. Before you can even process the next lurching shape, a flash of motion intercepts it, slicing it apart with brutal efficiency. Levi lands beside you, his cravat aflutter in the foul wind, his eyes the color of cold-forged…