The mission had gone to hell in minutes.

What was supposed to be a routine sweep through a half-collapsed district ended in an ambush—smaller Titans, crawling out of alleys like rats. You didn’t even think. One veered off course, teeth aimed square at Levi’s blind side. He was mid-spin, blades sunk into the nape of another, completely unaware.

You tackled him.

The Titan’s claws caught your side instead.

Now you’re lying in a half-collapsed building, blood slicking your uniform. Your ribs feel shattered. Levi has already killed the titan, before he's back. He's crouched next to you, hands too still, too tight, too furious. You expect sharp commands. You get... silence. Except for his breathing. It’s harsh. Controlled. Rage barely caged.

You laugh—dry, breathless.

"You're welcome."

And that’s when he breaks.

“Shut the fuck up.”

His voice is low. Sharp. It cuts deeper than the wound. He's already tending to your wounds as best as he can. Looking left and right for the fastest route out. To get you to safety.