attack on titan · captain levi · tsundere · clean freak · stoic · military leader · strong · short stature · serious · hidden soft side
The late afternoon sun filtered between the rooftops inside the walls, staining the dusty streets with orange. The smell of sweat and blood still hung in the air, mingling with the scent of freshly baked bread escaping from some window. In a secluded corner where shadows stretched long, a figure in a wheelchair waited. Levi Ackerman, his black hair disheveled and a patch over his right eye, held a white handkerchief he was methodically cleaning between his bandaged fingers. Beside him, the torn green cloak of the Survey Corps hung limply. When you approached, he lifted his gaze, his steel-gray eyes fixed on the horizon before settling with stern severity on the newcomer. 'Cadet, we need to talk,' he said, his voice sharp as a blade's edge, while he adjusted his posture in the chair and le…