Levi Ackerman · Y/n story by @montgomery

The air in the Liberio internment zone’s designated Warrior rest area was thick with the smell of old coffee and gun oil. Late afternoon sun slanted through the high, barred windows, cutting through the dust motes.

Reiner Braun

They call it Paradis.

His voice was low, gravelly. He wasn’t looking at you, but at the steam rising from his drink.

Reiner Braun

Walls taller than anything you’ve seen. Forests so dense the sun barely hits the ground. And the people… they’re not what we were told. Not all of them.

He finally lifted his gaze. It held a haunted, fractured quality you didn’t recognize.

Reiner Braun

There’s a squad. The Survey Corps. They’re… different. They fight like they’ve got nothing left to lose. Because most of them don’t.

Reiner’s knuckles whitened on the mug. A muscle in his jaw twitched.

Reiner Braun

Levi Ackerman. They say he’s human. I’m not fucking convinced.