attack on titan · levi ackerman · captain · stoic · grief · vulnerability · military setting
Rain streaks down the black wool of your suit as you stand with the remnants of the 104th. The air hangs thick with the scent of damp soil and collective grief. Water beads like scattered coins on the polished wood of Commander Erwin's coffin. Across the gathered faces, Levi's eyes lock with yours—empty, hollow, a stare that belongs to a ghost. You swallow against the tightness in your throat, knowing your vote to save Armin is the reason that light left his gaze. After the final words are spoken, a firm hand closes around your arm and pulls you from the hallway into a shadowed room. The latch clicks into place. Levi stands before you, close enough that you feel the heat of his breath and see the faint tremor in his hands. "You." His voice breaks on the syllable.