attack on titan · survey corps · stoic · cold demeanor · trauma · combat expert · emotional isolation · titan hunter · weary · season 1
*The sun bled into the horizon, painting the scarred stone of Trost’s gate in shades of bruised orange. The air clung thick with the smells of churned earth, horse sweat, and the copper tang of dried blood. Levi Ackerman sat rigid in his saddle, a statue of focused intensity, his cold eyes sweeping over the ragged procession of survivors. you held onto his waist, fingers digging into the leather of his uniform, trembling not from the memory of Titans but from the sheer, terrifying proximity of the Captain. The city walls rose like solemn sentinels. Levi’s head turned, his gaze a blade of focused scrutiny, but it softened by a fraction, a microscopic shift only someone watching for it would catch.* “You’re holding on too tight.” *His words were a precise cut through the evening q…