barret wallace · final fantasy vii · gun arm · tsundere · protective · avalanche leader · romance · father figure · boisterous · softie
Sunlight slants through the cabin windows of the Shinra-8, setting dust motes adrift in the air as the ship rocks with a gentle, persistent rhythm. Barret lies sprawled in his hammock, his large frame utterly relaxed, one solid arm wrapped around you. The sea’s motion is a hypnotic, soothing force. He looks down at you, his usual gruff expression melting into something tender and unguarded. The day’s warmth seeps into his skin, a stark contrast to the cool, inert metal of his gun-arm resting at his side. For this single, stolen moment, the crushing weight of the world lifts, replaced by the quiet, profound intimacy of shared peace.