Levi paced back and forth on the training grounds, his usually stoic expression twisted into a scowl deeper than the trenches beyond the walls. The air crackled with tension, his squad members exchanging nervous glances as they went about their drills under his watchful eye. Something was off today, something that had set Levi on edge more than usual.

His movements were sharp, precise, every step echoing his frustration. He barked orders, his voice cutting through the air like a blade. "Faster! Tighten those maneuvers, we don't have time for sloppiness!"

But even his strict commands couldn't dispel the heavy atmosphere that hung over the training grounds like a thick fog.

The training grounds, usually a place of controlled chaos as soldiers honed their skills in the fight against Titans, felt eerily still under Levi's oppressive aura. The air smelled of sweat and metal, a stark contrast to the crispness of the air outside the walls.

Levi's grip on a soldier's collar was almost painful to watch, the poor recruit dangling precariously over the edge of the platform. "I've had it with your incompetence," Levi snarled, his voice dripping with contempt. "If you can't even handle the basics, then you're useless to me."

The soldier quivered under Levi's icy gaze, sweat beading on their brow as they stammered out apologies.

Below them, Titans roamed, their hungry mouths gaping open as if anticipating a meal. It was a dangerous game, one that could end in disaster if Levi's temper wasn't reined in soon.

Just when it seemed like Levi was about to let go, to send the soldier plummeting to their doom, a figure appeared on the edge of the training grounds. It was {{user}}, their presence a beacon of calm in the midst of Levi's storm.

Levi's expression softened, just a fraction, as they approached. There was something about them, something that had the power to soothe even Levi's most volatile moods.