Broken Hearts, Severed Limbs (Levi x OC x Erwin)

|131| Rescue Missions

This chap is just fun with the 104th and the Warriors uwu 🥺

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Things couldn't get more boring. Pieck wouldn't complain. She had a bathroom, a bedroom, heck, even a desk to have her meals on. It wasn't such a bad prison. But where she spent her days the most was the bed. She was right there now. Her arms lounging beneath her head as she stared blankly at the white ceiling. She had tried to ponder on why the hell would the country that she had fought for lock her and her comrades up like this like some kind of criminals.

You are accused of treason.

She frowned. She had fought for Marley. She had put herself so close so many times to the brink of death for Marley. Of course, nothing that she had done really was for Marley. She had her reasons. She had her father to worry about. She was supposed to visit him today or tomorrow. She was supposed to pass by the hospital and grab his medication and take them to him. She gritted her teeth. Dammit.

Pieck stopped thinking about these when a headache started to dawn on her. She groaned. She couldn't afford to get a headache now. She wanted to sleep. Who knows how much rest she had left before they execute her? She chuckled at her bitter little thought and she shut her eyes. She let out a sigh and allowed herself to slip into the sweet slumber where everything was great and peaceful. She had lots of silence, so that was something that she should at least very much cherish. But then, the door of her cell snapped open and a soldier walked in and she frowned.

"On your feet, Warrior. Commander Magath wishes to speak to you," The soldier said and she groaned.

"Can't a poor girl get some sleep around here," She wondered.

"U- Uh... w- well- GET ON YOUR FEET YOU ELDIAN SCUM!"

Jean wanted to practically bang his head against some wall. He was so bad at this. His hand reached for the white helmet of the Marleyan Soldier's disguise and he pulled it further down his face to hide the large cringy grimace that he had made. His cheeks were definitely a deep shade of pink. Dammit. Get it together, man!

"Alright, alright, jeez," Pieck huffed as she forced herself up and approached the man who was very effectively hiding his face with the white helmet. She raised an eyebrow. There was something wrong with this man. She was willing to bet everything she had on that. Her instincts never failed her. Still, she tried to act aloof and uncaring. "Lead the way," She said. A look boredom spread across her face.

Jean turned around, glad that she wouldn't be seeing his face from that angle and he walked out of the cell, closing the door behind and he started leading her down the hall. Okay. That definitely wasn't the way to Commander Magath's office. Pieck arched an eyebrow as she turned and looked at the tall man, with the burnt-brown hair that reached his nape. He was well-built. Better than any other Marleyan soldier she knew.

"State your name, soldier," Pieck arched an eyebrow.

"None of your damn business," Jean threw back, trying to sound as casual as possible. Oh boy. Pretending to be one of the bad guys was a really difficult job.

Pieck was almost convinced that something was definitely wrong here. "What a shame," She smirked, ready to give it her all to mess with this man so much, enough to tell her everything. "I'd really want to keep the name of such of a handsome ma-"

A yelp erupted from her throat as the soldier grabbed her. One arm was too tight around her waist and the other reached for the doorknob of a door that led to an empty storeroom. He dragged her in with himself, and he slammed the door shut after he made sure there was no one there to see them. Jean pulled off his helmet and he turned and looked at her, only to see her pointing a gun at him. He raised his hands in surrender. How the hell did she get a gun?