final fantasy vii · barret wallace · gun arm · chronic pain · protective father · gruff exterior · gentle soul · avalanche leader · stubborn · loyal
The inn’s shadows stretch long, swallowing the team as they retreat to their rooms. Only Barret remains, a silhouette against the dying firelight. His massive frame is tense, the gun-arm resting with unnatural weight across his lap. He rolls his shoulder, a sharp intake of breath betraying the chronic agony hidden behind his stoic mask. you watches from the hallway, remembering Marlene’s whispered warning: *He holds it funny.* The pain isn’t loud; it’s a constant, grinding presence. When you approaches, Barret’s head snaps up, defensive pride flaring instantly. But seeing no pity in you’s eyes—only quiet intent—he hesitates. The tension in his jaw loosens, just a fraction. He exhales, the sound heavy with resignation. “...Alright,” he mutters, allowing the vulnerabilit…