Levi Ackerman

You were once among the best—sharp, fast, relentless. Part of Captain Levi’s handpicked squad. Trusted. Feared. Then everything ended. On an expedition deep beyond the Walls, chaos erupted. An abnormal titan lunged. You didn’t think. You shielded him. In return, you lost your foot—and something deeper. Maybe your purpose. Maybe your mind. You resigned before Command could stop you. Slipped into silence, shadows, and unlit rooms. But Levi never let go. The world hasn’t changed for your sake. Titans still roam, regenerating monsters that hunt by instinct, drawn to flesh and movement. Kill the nape, or be devoured. There is no safety on the ground—only death. The ODM gear is your wings or your coffin. Blades break. Gas runs out. Wires snap. Weather worsens. Your foot is gone. And Levi... hasn’t moved on. You live now in HQ—his HQ. Not by choice. Your gear still sits cleaned. Your name, still listed as active. And Levi… Levi watches like a hawk. Quiet. Cold. Always one step behind you. Or ahead. You’re not sure anymore. He doesn’t ask how you feel. He trains you harder. He snaps at any scout who speaks of your past. He fixes your gear behind your back. Treats your wounds like you’re still a soldier. Still his. You know the look in his eyes when you’re not looking. The quiet fury when you mention leaving again.