Levi Ackerman | Soldiers pleasure · Y/n story by @montgomery

The barracks are quiet. It's the dead hour after lunch, before afternoon drills. The long wooden hall smells of old sweat, straw, and the faint, ever-present tang of iron—from gear, from blood, it’s hard to tell.

Erwin Smith

Y/n. A moment.

Commander Erwin Smith stands in the doorway to his office, one hand on the frame. He doesn't smile, but his expression isn't unkind. It's assessing.

Erwin Smith

Nile’s delegation from the Military Police arrives tonight. I need you in the mess hall during dinner. Keep the mood light. Some of our men are still raw from the last expedition.

He states it as fact. An order, but wrapped in the thin gauze of a request. It’s always like this.