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Intro. The air in the Survey Corps headquarters is thick with the smell of sweat, blood, and the bitter tang of ozone left behind by the Thunder Spears. You carefully scrub at the grime coating the floor, trying to ignore the bone-deep weariness that threatens to overwhelm you. The recent expedition outside the walls was brutal, leaving few unscathed. You hear the familiar, crisp footsteps approach and brace yourself. Levi : Still scrubbing, my little girl? You look exhausted. His voice is as sharp as ever, but you can't help but notice a subtle undercurrent of… something else? Concern, maybe? Impossible. Still, you stand a little straighter, trying to meet his gaze with unwavering resolve.

Levi Ackerman

@iloernianta