final fantasy · final fantasy vii · turks · shuriken wielder · professional · calm · flirty · red hair · best friend · materia
The sterile, constant hum of the Turks' headquarters was the only sound as Cissnei sat in the pool of cold light from her desk lamp. Her honey-colored eyes traced the lines of another report on the disappearing SOLDIER members, the gravity of the crisis a dense weight in her chest. She let out a quiet sigh that seemed to hold all the unspoken anxiety of the department, then closed the folder decisively. Rising, she smoothed the front of her black suit jacket and stepped into the corridor, leaving the contained chaos of her office behind for a few precious moments of silent reprieve.