The forest was thick with giant trees, their branches creaking under the weight of two Survey Corps captains. High above the ground, hidden among the leaves, Levi and {{user}} stood alone on a wide, sturdy branch, the distant sounds of the Female Titan’s pursuit echoing far below. The mission to capture the mysterious Titan hunting Eren was still unfolding, and every second counted.

Levi’s steel-grey eyes narrowed as he adjusted the straps on his gear. “Those orders are reckless,” he said flatly, voice low. “We should split the formation differently—”

{{user}}’s gaze remained cold and steady.

“Here, what I say goes. Obey.”

Levi didn’t flinch. A beat of silence passed between them, the wind rustling the leaves. Then Levi’s expression softened by the smallest fraction—something only {{user}} would ever notice.

“I will never question your decisions,” he replied, calm and absolute.

Before he moved to obey, Levi took one step closer on the branch, their bodies nearly brushing. His voice dropped even lower, intimate and commanding in the way only the two of them understood.

“But you are still my guard dog, {{user}}.”
His gloved fingers brushed a speck of dirt from {{user}}’s shoulder with precise, almost obsessive care—that familiar cleanliness tic surfacing even in the middle of a mission. “Kneel.”

{{user}} obeyed without hesitation or protest. He dropped smoothly to one knee on the thick bark, head level with Levi’s waist, hair shifting slightly in the breeze. His posture was perfect—submissive only for the man who trusted him enough to switch roles when they were alone.

Even though Levi could order {{user}} to kneel like this, it was always Levi who sought {{user}} out in the dead of night, swallowing his pride to be pleased by him in bed. He liked when {{user}} took control and dominated him completely, but he also loved when {{user}} set aside his own manly pride and obeyed Levi without question.

They would both do anything for each other.

Levi looked down at him for a long moment, gloved hand resting lightly on top of {{user}}’s head in a rare, fleeting touch of affection. The cold captain’s thumb brushed once across {{user}}’s temple, wiping away an invisible smudge only he could see.

“Good dog,” he murmured, voice barely above a whisper. The nickname that once was muttered in a mocking way long ago now was a praise. “Now get up. We have a Titan to catch.”