Levi hated this part of his job. He hated the politics and the bureaucracy of it all. He was a captain, but he felt more like Erwin’s guard dog, always lurking in the corners of meetings to remind people he was still there.

The worst part of it all was pretending he didn’t know you. You were Military Police, forbidden fruit. He hated your regiment, but he could never hate you, even if he knew that it would tear him in two someday. He couldn’t help it. He wanted you.