Title: Thug Soldiers

Fandom: SnK (Attack on Titan)

Author: ice shredder

Warnings/Spoilers: set slightly before Eren's battle with Annie and her getting captured at Stohess. Slight spoilers for chp 44 onward.

Disclaimer: SnK and the characters therein are not mine except for Sierra Wolf (my OC).

Summary: She was doing just fine alone. No one wanted to be around a loose cannon. But when she catches the eye of humanity's strongest, Sierra soon finds herself on a treacherous, blood-soaked path as the newly reformed Levi Squad hunts for the truth behind the Walls and the titans themselves. And the last thing she ever wanted was to share space with Levi Ackerman.

Eventual LevixOC. Descriptions of rape and sexual abuse in later chapters, along with adult situations, blood, and language. Cause let's face it Levi's mouth (along with a few others) is filthier than a sewer...(but don't tell him I said that...shhhh). Reviews (not flames) are welcome. Enjoy!

Three knocks.

That's all it took for her life to change course.

Three knocks sounded on the door opening into her private chambers-one of few and only for ranking Scout officers-attached to the public barracks. It was rare that a seasoned Scout was held back but this particular one was the cause of a lot of verbal complaints among the Cadets and new recruits that her method of killing Titans was unorthodox and death-defying and would increase casualties in the field.

In reality she was one of the Recon Corps' deadliest weapons alongside humanity's strongest Levi Rivaille.

"Major Wolf?" A newly minted recruit stood nervously outside the scary woman's room. Praying he wouldn't piss his pants and embarrass himself. "Pardon the intrusion ma'am but-"

"Who are you pussy?"

The tall sandy haired youth unfortunate enough to draw this assignment winced at the young woman's commanding alto voice-roughened by years of hard living-swallowing his throat back down where it was supposed to be.

"C-Cadet Evan Frei ma'am!"

A disgruntled sigh emanated from behind the sturdy oaken door.

"Enter."

Frei wiped his sweaty palms on his white pants then summoning his courage pushed the door open and stepped through, brown eyes darting about the small yet spartanly furnished quarters. Late afternoon sun slanted through the half open window, fragrant breezes cooling the interior and bathing it in a comforting golden haze.

"State your business cadet. Then git."

Twenty-three year old Sierra Wolf sat cross-legged on the edge of her bed, keeping her strange light silver eyes trained on the serrated knife she was cleaning with a soft rag. Ignoring the pathetic excuse of fresh meat standing at attention sweating bullets in his uniform.

Tch. Stupid brat, stinking up my room with his fear. Titan bait for sure. He won't survive his first expedition shaking in his boots. Having survived multiple excursions beyond the walls, the young woman developed the uncanny knack of parsing who was bait and who would become full-fledged soldiers and survivors.

Unaware of her jaded thoughts the chisel-faced Frei threaded his arms tightly behind his back.

"Commander Erwin wants to you to report to his office as quickly as possible, ma'am."

She continued polishing the brushed steel blade, short cherry blonde hair tied back in a small, severe ponytail, rogue locks framing a gorgeous delicate face marred by a wicked curving scar running from the tip of her right eyelid to the center of her cheekbone. The most disturbing scar to Frei was the seven inch dark red slash across the base of her throat. It had long closed, but it was a source of rampant speculation among the lower ranks. What kind of life did she lead before joining the Corps? He didn't dare try to think who might've inflicted those scars or why.

But his superiors' personal lives weren't up for public consumption no matter how loudly the masses clamored for answers to the gruesome parade of death that took place whenever the Recon Corps returned from their blood-soaked expeditions outside the walls. Right along with the steady stream of insults from a bunch of lowing, domesticated cattle that grew more hostile with each passing mission.

The youngest Major in Scout history finally stopped rubbing her blade down. "Tch, what the hell does Eyebrows want now? He knows I don't like to be disturbed unless its an emergency."

"Um...well-"

"Spit it out dickless. Don't waste my time!"

Frei straightened his shoulders trying to supress their shaking. "Apologies ma'am! The Commander will inform you of the details when you arrive!"

Sierra rolled her eyes and slipped the knife into her boot. Stretching the kinks out of her well-conditioned 5'3" frame. What a pain in the ass. Erwin just loves yanking my chain doesn't he?

"Go tell Erwin I'm on my way." When Frei didn't budge she shot him a cold expressionless look. "Get out of here brat."

"Sorry ma'am, but I've been ordered to escort you. Commander's orders."

In one swift, fluid movement Sierra gained her feet glaring at the teen who bowed his head against her frosty glare.

"I know where Erwin sits on his throne kid," she said raising a slim eyebrow. "Right along where he takes a piss and sleeps at night." Purely for the sake of keeping him on his toes. "Besides, yer not my father. Now get outta my sight and tell him I'll be right behind you."

To his credit, Frei didn't press the matter. The woman before him was a freaking legend in the Corps, in spite of being tied down in the lower ranks. Feeling it unwise to provoke her, he gave the standard military salute, pounding his right fist over his heart.

"Understood!"

He turned smartly on his heel and left.

Once the door clicked shut Sierra pinched the bridge of her nose in irritation. No sense in stalling. Erwin would pay her a visit in person if she didn't come and that was a headache she wasn't in the mood to deal with.

Her ODM gear sat at the ready near the door and she donned the intricate network of straps within a few minutes, checking to make sure she was fully stocked with blades and her gas tanks were full. Blowing out an exasperated breath she snagged her tan jacket decorated with the Wings of Freedom from the chair she'd carelessly tossed it over and slid it on. Not caring if it was wrinkled she strode from her private sanctuary in a foul mood snatching her green cloak as an afterthought. I swear to God, if that hardass midget is there and so much as LOOKS at me the wrong way, he's gonna hear just EXACTLY where he can take that damn OCD of his...

In the 10 years she'd been a Scout, Sierra hardly crossed paths with Levi thanks to her 'disgraced' position. A select handful of the brass knew the truth about her past and why she didn't go through boot camp. Her kill count by year 845-a few months before Wall Maria was suddenly breached by the Colossal Titan-had reached a whopping 160 solos and counting, with only Squad Levi topping her by a narrow margin. It was a feat totally unheard of by a single soldier and the reason she was unable to work with other people. They'd only slow her down and most thought her a heartless killing machine anyway.

So be it. She'd never cared what others thought to begin with.

Her first encounter with Levi was during the dreaded 'initiation' ceremony. She'd been plucked out of the underground by Erwin Smith after committing a string of violent murders against rapists. Upon finding out she was a natural born surface citizen the Commander had her citizenship reinstated along with her criminal records sealed.

She remembered standing in front of the entire 94th Cadet Class, peering down at the hundreds of sweating faces with a disinterested look.

"Introduce yourself girl!" Commandant Keith Shadis had bellowed less than a foot away from her person. She recalled fixing him with a dead, frozen stare before stating her name. Tch. I ain't deaf moron.

"Sierra."

Shadis glared menacingly down at her from his imposing height, a basic intimidation technique that-to his surprise-had no effect. Spending 4 years in the Underground against her will, and experiencing the darker side of humanity had left her desensitized.

"Sierra, ya need to show some damned discipline!"

A slightly sadistic smirk curled her lip. Oohs greeted her boldness.

Ya don't scare me pops. I've seen the darkest pits of hell. Killed men like you many times over. The only reason I'm here is to kill Titans, not socialize. She quirked a brow for added effect, stunning and shocking those in close proximity. The adult gesture coupled with the slightly unhinged look on her face drew uneasy looks from cadets and seasoned veterans alike. All except for Hange standing nearby with her assistant Moblit, rubbing her hands together in unbridled glee.

But not Shadis. All he gave her was a brusque nod of approval at the ballsy display.

Hah! Very good! I like the vicious gleam in those eyes of hers. She'll do just fine.

Shadis strode to ground level and thrust his snarling spittle coated lips in the face of the first poor soul he came across. She folded her arms over her chest, ignoring the disapproving glances being shot her way. Only when the combat instructor's harsh, booming voice faded somewhat as he swiftly made his way through the rows of sweating, terrified kids did she bother to notice several girls sighing dreamily at something.

Tch. What's got them wet all a sudden?

When she directed her light silvery eyes down the dirt path that led to the ledge overlooking the rows of fresh Academy students the reason for their admiration became clear. A short dark-haired man had emerged from the old, yet well-maintained castle serving as the Scouts' HQ when they weren't on missions.

His uniform was neat and impeccable as was his ODM gear. His bored, stoic face and the way he seemed to stare down his nose at them got Sierra's back up. She remembered narrowing her eyes at the smallish man and thinking to her 13 going on 50 self. Who the hell does that shrimp think he is, lookin' like he owns the place? Even to this day, she swore she caught a faint glimmer of amusement in his cold, steel eyes.

A gangly blonde girl standing two rows back from the front sighed again, positively starry eyed. "Isn't Captain Levi the most gorgeous thing on two legs? My God, what I wouldn't give to serve under him!"

Another disillusioned male Cadet no more than fifteen years old wasted no time bursting her bubble.

"Keep dreamin'. Only the highest elite get that privilege. He handpicks them himself and I heard he's damn near impossible to impress. That's why his squad's so small."

Levi. Sierra mused holding his piercing stare for what seemed an eternity, refusing to lower her gaze. Sounds like a pain in the ass to work with. His entire demeanor screamed clean freak and grade-A douchebag. But if that was true, then why did girls blush and giggle and want to drop their panties at the sight of this guy? Even as the old hostility she bore towards men reared its ugly head, her intuition whispered that she could trust this man with her life.

As if sensing her defiance Levi inclined his head ever so slightly in her direction before striding further down the cobblestoned path. The action went unnoticed by all but Sierra and she couldn't help but wonder what it meant.

The second time was when she was on the verge of getting kicked out of the military due to the lower ranks constant complaining of her Titan killing methods that were borderline suicidal.

It didn't matter that she only beat up the most serious of her detractors, rules were rules. Since most of the enlisted ranks-in her mind-were dickless pansies, (that honor went to the Military Police for the most part) they took the complaints seriously. She'd been written up to cease and desist under threat of court-martial. But instead of giving her the boot, Erwin argued quite eloquently she was too valuable to get rid of and that most did not possess the natural skills and insane amount of guts she did. Moreover, Levi had been present during the whole affair.

At the conclusion of that meeting, Erwin had promoted her to Major. At the tender age of 15, she became the youngest Scout in history to hold that rank. It was also an indirect jab at the MPs. Despite his lack of emotion she could tell-by reading minute body cues-Levi was secretly pleased by the Commander's decision, and she gained more stroke as a result. The short man wasted no time slapping a form down on his boss' desk.

It was a request for her to join the Levi Squad.

But to appease the ponies-and protect her from their wrath-Erwin declined Levi's request. Something like anger flickered in his enigmatic grey eyes-an emotion she could tell he kept on a very tight leash-but she sensed he wasn't used to being rebuffed. No amount of arguing would change Erwin's mind.

So instead, she was confined to the barracks where the Cadets and Academy students lived during training with the exception being she could take up residence in one of few private suites offered to ranking officers on site. A downgrade that stung when months later, she noticed a knot of three men and a petite ginger girl standing on the parade ground's platform in front of their peers and new recruits in their brand-new uniforms and cloaks.

Eld Jinn.

Oluo Bozado.

Gunther Shultz.

Petra Ral.

She'd never forget those four names. Or the girl who had essentially taken her place. But that didn't stop Ral from trying to reach out and make contact with her.

Since she didn't go through basic training she was like Levi, considered an independent agent by the military. Which meant she had a fair amount of control over her decisions. She recalled watching twenty brave souls pledged to offer their hearts on enlistment night, not without the usual trembling, quaking bodies, wet eyes and stoic expressions. There was no time to feel anything. Territory beyond the walls needed reclaiming and everyone buckled down to the daunting task.

3 years later, Wall Maria had fallen and humanity dealt a horrific setback from hordes of giant flesh-eating mindless monsters. More often than not, she was called to perform the most difficult and dangerous tasks nobody else wanted like sweeping streets full of ravenous Titans and even more so out in the field when the Scouts went on their harrowing expeditions beyond the gigantic walls. But at the end of the day, she was nothing more than an extreme last resort to be called in when all else failed.

Sierra scoffed kicking a pebble out of her way as she wove through the stables, saddling her horse Slate swiftly and galloping for HQ in record time. Might as well get this over with. Whenever a decimated patrol returned from yet another failed excursion the hostile lowing from hordes of domesticated cattle over wasted taxes and screams for the whereabouts of their dead friends and family members, never failed to draw a hard scowl from the last of her energy.

Ya know what would cut down the bitching over 'wasted' taxes? Take the ones that consistently demonize us the loudest out beyond these glorified pens for a day. Show them what a real Titan looks like. They wouldn't diss the Scouts again, cause they'd either be dead or traumatized for life.

But enough of that. She could care less what a bunch of cattle thought. What she did manage to draw from observing Levi and heard whispers traveling through the ranks was he was idolized by every enlisted female recruit and a ruthless tactician in the field. Never mind the fact he was crude and short-tempered most didn't have the guts to take his crap and dish it back with equal or greater furor. That lack of fortitude from the newbies and higher ranks-except for that crazed four-eyed maniac Hange-was truly appalling. It annoyed her more than she let on.

She shook her head sharply to clear her thoughts. I don't have time to dwell on this crap.

Whatever Erwin had in mind, it had better be worth her while.

TBC...