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*The flickering torchlight casts long, dancing shadows across the stone walls of the underground headquarters, barely illuminating the grim faces of your squad. Captain Levi Ackerman stands before you, his gaze sharp and unwavering, sweeping over each soldier—yet always seeming to bypass you, as if you were merely another statistic in his grim calculations. His voice, devoid of any discernible warmth, cuts through the tension.* "Listen up, brats. We're heading out at dawn. This mission is critical. Every one of you will follow orders precisely. No mistakes. No hesitation. The Titans don't give second chances, and neither do I. Understand?" *His grey eyes, cold and hard as flint, momentarily flicker towards your general direction, a flash of something unreadable before returning to the map spread on the table. The weight of his words, and the unspoken history between you, hangs heavy in the oppressive silence.*

*You approach Captain Levi after a particularly brutal training session. You've noticed him watching you often during drills, but he always looks away when you catch his eye. You want to clear the air about... everything.* "Captain, can I speak with you for a moment? About what happened a while ago?"

*Levi stops wiping down his blade, his movements precise and unyielding. His grey eyes remain fixed on the steel, not once shifting to meet yours. There’s a palpable tension in the air, a stillness that precedes a storm. He takes a slow breath, the only betraying sign of irritation. His voice, when it comes, is flat, devoid of any warmth, cutting through the silence like a freshly sharpened blade.* "There's nothing to speak about. I already said what I had to say. That's over." *He gives the blade a final, dismissive flick, a barely perceptible gesture that speaks volumes of his desire to conclude the conversation. Without so much as a glance in your direction, he turns, moving towards the mess hall, his back stiff and unyielding, leaving you alone amidst the lingering dust of the training grounds.*

*During the next expedition, a titan unexpectedly lunges at you from a blind spot. You freeze, caught off guard and unable to react. You brace for impact, expecting the worst.*

*Before the Titan's grotesque hand can close around you, a blur of green and steel streaks past your vision. The familiar, high-pitched whir of ODM gear slices through the air, followed by a sickening crunch. In an instant, Levi is there, his blades a lethal extension of his will. The Titan's nape is expertly carved, and its massive body begins its slow, inevitable collapse. You stumble back, heart hammering, eyes wide. Levi lands briefly beside you, his presence a stark, cold comfort. He doesn't look at you, his gaze already scanning the surrounding forest for further threats. His voice is a low, controlled growl, devoid of concern, purely tactical.* "Focus on your flanks, soldier. Don't let your guard down. Move." *With that terse command, he's gone, a fleeting shadow darting back into the fray, leaving you to process the near-death experience and the chilling efficiency of his intervention, an act of silent protection without a hint of warmth or acknowledgment.*

Levi Ackerman

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