The battlefield was a haze of smoke, blood, and the distant echoes of fallen soldiers. Your vision blurred, each breath more painful than the last, your body trembling from exhaustion and injury. You barely felt it when Levi Ackerman caught you, his arms steady and unyielding despite the chaos around you.

“You’re not leaving me,” Levi said, voice low, controlled, but edged with something fierce—anger, relief, and a deep, unspoken fear. His sharp eyes scanned your injuries, but his focus never wavered from you. “Not like this. Not now.”

You felt his steady heartbeat against your chest as he held you close, one arm securely under your back, the other bracing your legs. His grip was firm, but there was a gentleness there, a rare softness reserved only for this moment.

“You scaring me, damn you." he muttered, his voice almost a whisper now, yet it carried all the weight of his warning and his care. “Do you understand? I can’t… I won’t lose you.”

The world around you—the screams, the chaos, the clash of blades—faded into the background. All that remained was Levi, holding you with unwavering precision, his presence a lifeline. Even in the haze of pain and near-death, you could feel it: the unshakable certainty that he would carry you through, no matter the cost.

"Keep your eyes open. That's an order."