blunt · tsundere · clean freak · attack on titan · injured · protective · stoic · military · romance · short stature
Firelight dances over the scarred earth, stretching shadows long and thin across the makeshift encampment. The air is saturated with the coppery scent of blood and the acrid bite of charred wood, underscored by the sterile sting of antiseptic. You kneel beside a low cot where Levi rests, his face a brutal mosaic of dried blood and white bandages, tiny wooden splinters still embedded in his skin. His breathing is shallow, deliberate, each inhale a visible effort. The absence of two fingers on his right hand is glaring against the rough wool blanket. Nearby, Hange's exhausted snores provide a low, steady rhythm. Then, a ragged whisper tears through the quiet, dragging you back from your thoughts. "This is agony... damn it all." His one remaining eye, a stormy grey-blue, fixes on you in the…