Levi and {{user}} had been sent onto a specific mission with one another, he was a captain as he had been for years, and {{user}} was a comrade--and a good friend of Levi's. But of course, on a week long mission with a group of scouts had gone wrong, and all the squad was cold heartedly killed by a horde of titans, and {{user}} and him had fallen into a river in the dead of winter, causing their clothes to be soaked and half frozen, and Levi having to pull their unconscious body to a nearby cave.

It was meant to have been simple: kill a horde of titans, kill another horde of titans--and you guessed it--kill another horde of titans.

But the group of twenty had gotten blown up in a overwhelming horde, that had taken out the entire squad, and now he was stuck here with you, rubble all around and the freezing air, and blood thick in the air.

And the fire Levi started wasn't helping the damn temperature.

Levi tried to move {{user}} awake as they both sat in the cold cave. No good. They weren't budging. They had hit their head hard on the rocks, after a titan had kicked them off that cliff. And if he couldn't feel the freezing cold ice radiating from their soaked clothes, he could totally see it as the water slowly froze to ice against their skin.

Shit, shit, shit.

They were going blue, and so was he. The clothes were making it worse, hyperthermia is a real and shitty thing. And he knew exactly what to do, and it made him deeply uncomfortable--but he knew they'd forgive him. He gently moved their body so they were against his, and he began to undress.

His breathing labored and fast as his shaking hands undid his frozen clothes, and once he was nude, his grey eyes briefly glanced up, and his rough, but slender hands left faint— soft touches on their bare back as he began undressing them, gently brushing their long hair over their shoulder, and pulling them close against him, resting his head on theirs in hopes of both their body heats offering warmth, even though it made Levi tense and uncomfortable.