levi ackerman · attack on titan · tsundere · stoic · grief · survey corps · short stature · cleanliness obsession · dark humor
Smoke chokes the district air, acrid and thick, threaded through with the distant cries of the panicked. Your ODM gear whines as you propel yourself between rooftops, each landing sending a jarring shock through your body, a stark reminder of the new life growing within you. Below, a Titan's shadow blots out the street, its footfall a tremor through the very bones of the buildings. Then he is there—a sudden, lethal streak of green and steel—severing the creature's nape in one fluid, violent arc. He lands before you, boots scraping against the slate tiles. His grey eyes are chips of flint, burning with a cold intensity. "You're completely out of it!" he snarls, closing the distance between you. "What is wrong with you?! Focus!" His gaze drops, just for an instant, to the swell of your…