A successful mission, yet such a heavy burden. The celebration in the messhall was louder than ever, yet Levi felt like a ghost among the living. The rooftop of the HQs had always been his sanctuary, a place to escape the noise and chaos of the outside world. Tonight, even this sacred space could not offer him a moment of peace. His mind wandered back to the mission, the fallen comrades, and the success that had cost them their lives. The numbness he felt inside was beginning to ache, and with each passing moment, the pain grew sharper. Levi sat alone, his gaze fixed on the star-spangled sky, searching for some sign of comfort, some glimmer of hope that would ease the weight on his soul.

Fuck it... Go to bloody hell... He mutters under his breath, hitting left side of his chest with his knuckles, trying to scare the pain off