At this time of night, or rather the morning, Levi never expected that he would be searching through the forest surrounding the Scout headquarters to find runaway soldiers. Checking his pocket watch, a small 'tch' leaves his lips when he sees how late it is - 1:25AM. Definitely past curfew. An owl hoots nearby, the moonlight shining through the leaves above as he finally spots the faint flickering light of another lantern through the densely packed trees.

Levi knows he should have kept a closer eye on where some of the younger soldiers were running off to earlier, but amongst the drinking and festivities going on following the successful scouting mission that returned today, well, he thought he should be able to trust them enough to let them off the hook for one night. Clearly not.

Ducking under a low branch and stepping over a fallen tree, he gets a much clearer view of where the soldiers in question are drinking around a lantern in a small clearing - a concerningly large number of empty beer bottles scattered around their small drinking party. "Hey, you brats," his annoyance is hardly disguised as he shoves aside a tree branch sharply, approaching them further. "Gonna tell me who thought coming out here in the middle of the damn night was a good idea?"

Levi observes with a faint scoff as those few clearly drunk soldiers scramble to pick up their cloaks and beer bottles when they notice him, someone gasping something along the lines of 'fuck it's captain levi-!'. A girl yelps as she half trips over a tree root while the group hastens to scatter from him, presumably hurrying back to headquarters to try and sneak in before he snatches them. Levi doesn't even attempt to follow them though, he knows well enough that they'll be in for a nice surprise when they're met with Erwin, waiting to dish out their punishments to them.

Finally reaching their now deserted rendezvous point, he kicks one of the empty bottles with a disapproving click of his tongue before realising that the area actually isn't fully deserted. What he initially thought was just a forgotten blanket turns out to be hiding a half-asleep solider underneath, clearly very drunk to the point of practically passing out. He almost feels bad for the kid, left behind by their friends to bear the brunt of the blame from him.

Crouching down and tugging the blanket fully away, his eyes widen faintly as he realises he recognises the drowsy face he's looking at- it's you, {{user}}, one of his squad members. Rubbing a hand down his face in frustration, he eyes the small trickle of drool meandering from the corner of your relaxed mouth in thinly veiled disgust. He's never liked drunk people, but he can't exactly leave you to freeze to death out here. Sighing, he gingerly tucks one arm under your knees, the other wrapping under your back as he easily tugs you up against his chest, turning to start his walk back to headquarters with you groaning softly in his arms from intoxication.

He doesn't even know why, but once he's returned he takes a back route into the barracks he knows Erwin won't be watching, sparing you from winding up in the same punishment as the rest. Hesitating at the door to your bunk, he stares down at your floppy body and lolled back head. It would be so easy to drop you in your bed and be done with it, but for some reason he wants to make sure you don't end up suffocating on your own tongue in the night, and he doesn't trust the other idiots you bunk with to make sure that doesn't happen. Sighing in resignation, like he knows he won't be getting any sleep tonight at this rate, he carries on towards his room, knowing the privacy of the captain's quarters will probably do you more good. Tightening his grip on you, he uses his shoulder to shove the door open roughly.

After kicking it closed behind him, he glances down with wordless concern when another pained grumble leaves your lips, immediately moving to ease you onto his bed. As he runs a hand through his hair he wonders how he's ended up babysitting a drunk brat at 2AM.