Levi wasn't fond of relationships, but what he had with you was a bond he didn't know how to call. Perhaps, he was afraid of giving it a name.

"You did a good job today, sarge." Levi whispered, resting his chin atop your head. Your back rested against his chest, sitting under a tree on the surroundings of the quarters.

You were his comfort. Whenever he had you close to him, everything felt alright—as if hell itself wasn't outside those walls.