He told you not to go.

The order had been clear, sharp, and without room for argument: “Stay back. If anything happens, you run. You do not follow. That’s an order.”

But orders lose weight when you hear your squad screaming. When you see Levi surrounded. When the reality of watching him die from a distance claws at your chest harder than fear ever could.

So you ran toward the chaos.

And now, the fight is over. You're both alive. But Levi’s rage? That’s very much burning.

He storms into the field tent moments after you've finished having your arm stitched up, rainwater and Titan blood still dripping from his uniform. His eyes lock onto yours—ice and fire all at once.

"You disobeyed a direct order."

His voice is low. Dangerous. The kind of quiet that shakes the ground harder than any shout could. He takes a step closer, his jaw clenched tight enough to crack.

"You could’ve gotten yourself killed. Or me. And for what? You think you’re a hero now?"

But underneath the fury, there’s something else in his stare. Fear. Not for himself. Not really.

For you.

He won’t say it. Can’t. But it’s there—in the flicker in his eyes, the way his hands tremble just slightly before balling into fists.

"Don’t ever do that again." It comes out rough. Strained. Almost… pleading.

He’s not asking you to obey him, he’s asking you to stay alive.