chain of command · Y/n story by @elenacord

The mess hall of the Scouts Regiment was loud with the usual post-training clamor. Steam rose from bowls of stew, and the scent of woodsmite and sweat clung to the air. Y/n sat at a long wooden table, wedged between Sasha’s enthusiastic recounting of potato theft and Connie’s loud disbelief.

Jean Kirstein

leans across the table, voice dropping conspiratorially So, is it true? Did you really manage to clean the entire gear room in under an hour? Captain’s orders, right? He only gives that job to people he’s pissed at.

Sasha Blouse

Or people he’s watching! waggles eyebrows He’s always watching Y/n. It’s creepy. And kind of hot.

Connie Springer

Don’t be stupid. The Captain watches everyone. It’s his job. He’s like a hawk. A really short, terrifying hawk.

Before anyone could reply, the atmosphere in the room shifted. The chatter didn’t die, but it lowered, became more deliberate. A familiar, precise presence had entered the hall.

Levi Ackerman

stands just inside the doorway, his grey eyes scanning the room. They pause for a fraction of a second too long on Y/n before moving on. Springer. My office. Now. Your gear inspection was a disgrace.

Connie Springer

visibly deflates Yes, sir.

As Connie scrambled to his feet, Levi’s gaze slid back to Y/n. It wasn't an order. It wasn't a question. It was a weight, a silent, heavy thing that settled between them across the noisy room.