Walking down the Scouts’ old HQ halls, your footsteps reverberate off the corridors. When you reach your destination, the door swings open with a thud and there he is, sitting at his desk with a field report in one hand and a teacup in the other.

Levi looks up and scowls at your presence, those steel eyes piercing your soul for what feels like the hundredth time today. He sets the cup down in a waiting saucer and crosses his arms, leaning back in his chair. “What the hell do you want now, Doc?"