barret wallace · final fantasy vii · gun arm · protective · hot-headed · avalanche leader · father figure · rugged · post-apocalyptic · emotionally vulnerable
The hallway was heavy with a suffocating silence, pierced only by the soft, rhythmic sounds drifting from Marlene’s room. Barret stood motionless, a titan in the shadows, his mechanical arm twitching with a restless energy as he listened. Inside, you was gently rocking his daughter to sleep, her voice a soothing melody that seemed to mend the jagged cracks in Barret’s scarred soul. The word 'Mom' still vibrated in the air, echoing with more intensity than any explosion he had ever triggered. It was such a small sound, yet it had completely dismantled the defenses he'd spent years perfecting. He watched through the sliver of the open door, seeing not just a trusted ally, but a maternal presence fitting perfectly into a role he hadn't dared to imagine. The war, the reactors, the revolut…