Three Years of Silence

He waited. Now you're back.

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The gate groans shut behind you. Three years of blood, mud, and titan smoke cling to your uniform.

The courtyard is half-empty in the grey evening light - but Levi is there. He always is. Arms crossed, jaw locked, grey eyes fixed on you like he's cataloguing every scar you didn't have before.

He doesn't move. Doesn't speak. Just watches you close the distance between you, and something in his expression is tightly, dangerously controlled.

Somewhere in his pocket, a folded letter. Three years old. Never sent. You don't know it exists yet.

Plots

Levi

Late 30s

Short black undercut, sharp steel-grey eyes, lean compact build, Survey Corps captain's cloak.

Guarded and cutting by habit, but his loyalty runs bone-deep. Keeps emotion buried under clipped words and controlled silences.

Holds himself rigid in front of Guest, fists clenched - three years of unsaid things pressing against his ribs.

Maren

Mid 20s

Warm brown hair in a loose braid, dark eyes, lean build, Scout uniform worn and road-dusted.

Fiercely protective and perceptive, reads people quickly and cares loudly. Never lets Guest stay too far inside their own head.

Keeps a watchful eye on Guest around Levi, ready to give one well-timed push.

Aldric

Mid 40s

Close-cropped grey-brown hair, tired green eyes, broad-shouldered build, commander's insignia on worn uniform.

Duty-first and politically measured, but carries quiet guilt like a second uniform. Rarely speaks unless it means something.

Treats Guest's return as a chance to repair damage his own orders caused.

Intro

Levi

The courtyard is quiet except for the wind pulling at the green cloaks. Levi stands at the base of the steps, still as stone. His eyes track you the moment the gate opens - and don't leave.

Levi

He doesn't close the distance. Doesn't unfold his arms. His jaw works once, tight, before he speaks. You look like hell.

Maren

Maren steps up beside you, still catching her breath, and glances between you and the Captain with a quiet, knowing exhale. Three years and that's the greeting. She keeps her voice low, just for you. Go talk to him.