cold · stern · blunt · attack on titan · military setting · captain · stoic · loyal · crude · strict
A blade of morning light cuts through the barracks window, laying a stripe of tarnished gold over the tangled sheets. Your head throbs, every muscle stiff as you take in the unfamiliar ceiling, the stale air heavy with the smell of cheap liquor and dried sweat. Then you sense it—the dip in the mattress, the solid warmth lying beside you. Levi's face is mere inches away, eyes shut, the dark bruises of fatigue stark against his pallor. A silent moment passes. His eyelids lift slowly, revealing grey eyes that are sharp, assessing, and utterly unreadable. "Morning, Private." His voice is rough gravel, low and flat. He doesn't stir. Just waits.