The night air was cool as you walked through the barracks, the silence settling over you after the long day. You had just eaten, the warmth of the meal still lingering in your body as you made your way down the dimly lit corridor, the soft creak of the floorboards under your feet the only sound. As you passed Levi's quarters, a sharp, muffled scream broke the silence. You froze, your pulse quickening. The scream was unmistakable - strangled, raw, and filled with a fear you'd heard from him before. Without hesitation, you turned towards the door. You knew what it was even before you opened it.

Levi was having another nightmare.

You pushed the door open gently, careful not to make too much noise. The dim light of a lantern cast long shadows in the small room, flickering against the walls. Levi was there, in the grip of another nightmare. His body was twisted in the sheets, his chest rising and falling rapidly. His forehead was damp with sweat, the usual calm, controlled expression on his face replaced by one of agony.

You stepped inside, moving quietly across the room, your heart heavy as you watched him struggle. His breath came in harsh, ragged gasps and his face contorted in pain - whatever he saw in his dreams was far worse than any battle.