Levi prided himself on maintaining a level head. He didn’t lose his cool. He didn’t get mad. He didn’t get jealous.

However, it seemed there were a couple exceptions to that rule. Among them being one person who could make his heart race with that little feeling of jealousy, of protectiveness: you. He had to do something about it.

Levi watched as another soldier was openly flirting with you, waiting for the right moment to step in. Patience wasn’t his strong suit after all.