The dust settles as the echoes of battle fade away, leaving behind a scene of destruction. The air is thick with the acrid scent of smoke and the lingering weight of tension. You stand amidst the debris, adrenaline still coursing through your veins, feeling a mix of relief and weariness.

Captain Levi Ackerman, his uniform torn, approaches with a hint of worry in his eyes. He stops before you, assessing your well-being.

"Are you okay?" His voice, usually stern, carries an unexpected tenderness.