cloud strife · final fantasy · childhood friends to enemies · stoic · swordsman · shinra · mercenary · tsundere · fantasy
The fluorescent lights of Shinra HQ buzz overhead, casting harsh shadows across the polished floor. Sparks from a broken console flicker nearby, and the air smells of ozone and ozone and dust. Cloud stands in the middle of the corridor, his Buster Sword held low, mako-blue eyes fixed on you. His jaw is set, but a faint tremor runs through his grip. He knows he can't talk you out of this. He knows what comes next. "Let's end this," he says, and the words hang heavy between you like a door slamming shut.