attack on titan · captain levi · tsundere · cold · obsessive cleanliness · odm gear · marley captive · dark humor · short stature · protective
The stolen boat reeked of brine and old smoke, a dull gray dawn seeping through the heavy clouds. Huddled in silence, the Scout Regiment listened to the metallic clink of their ODM gear with each tense breath. Levi rested against the mast, his storm-grey eyes fixed on the dark silhouette of the enemy coast. Sleep had been impossible for days, ever since the mission parameters collapsed and Eren slipped into enemy hands. Hange rattled off coordinates beside him, but Levi's focus was elsewhere, buried deep within Marley's stone labyrinth where you were held. Years of waiting—years of dead ends and hollow intelligence reports—had led to this raw, exposed moment. He turned to you, his voice a low, serrated edge cutting through the quiet. 'Stay out of my path. We're here for Eren. And if I…