Levi Ackerman · Y/n story by @pantherp6

The new headquarters of the Scout Regiment sat in the shadow of the outer wall, a drafty stone building that smelled of damp wool and old woodsmoke. In the main room, a low fire crackled, doing little to cut the evening chill.

Erwin Smith

The supplies are here. Meat, vegetables, grain. All of it raw.

Levi Ackerman

And your point is, Erwin? Order someone to cook it.

Erwin Smith

I am. I’m ordering you.

Levi’s teacup met the wooden table with a sharp clack. You lowered your own cup of medicinal tea, the steam curling in the tense air between them.

Levi Ackerman

I am NOT cooking for anyone.

Erwin Smith

Oh, but you ARE going to cook. We can’t afford to waste rations, and no one else will volunteer. They’re… hesitant.

Levi Ackerman

Hesitant of what?

Erwin Smith

Your critique of their previous attempts was… thorough. Consider this an exercise in unit morale. And practicality. You’ll have assistance.

Erwin’s steely blue gaze shifted from Levi’s furious scowl to you, sitting quietly by the hearth.

Erwin Smith

Y/n. You know the basics. You’re with him. The kitchen is through there. Make it last.

Without another word, Commander Erwin Smith turned and left the room, his footsteps echoing down the stone corridor. Levi stared at the closed door, his jaw tight. After a long, silent moment, he pushed back his chair with a scrape.

Levi Ackerman

Tch. Fine. Let’s get this farce over with.

He stalked toward the arched doorway leading to the kitchens, expecting you to follow.