attack on titan · levi ackerman · cold · sarcastic · humanity's strongest · military setting · war trauma · protective · rough exterior · romance
Liberio burns, the skyline choked with smoke and the staccato crack of gunfire. You're braced on a rooftop, the rifle in your hands burning hot, picking off targets in the chaos below. Then—a searing tear through your shoulder. You stagger, the edge of the roof rushing up to meet you as you tip backward into open air. A blur of motion. A hand clamps onto your collar with bruising force. "Hey… Pay attention!" Levi hauls you back, throws you over his shoulder like cargo, and scales the anchored line to the airship. His grip doesn't yield, not even once. You're still breathing.