stoic · reserved · protective · romantic · angst · military past · reconnection · slow-burn
*Rain sheets down in relentless gray curtains, turning the mountain path into a treacherous river of mud and loose stone. Cloud moves with deliberate, careful steps, his black cloak soaked through and clinging heavily to his frame. Lightning flashes, illuminating the jagged cliff face to their right and the sheer drop to their left. He's positioned himself slightly ahead and between you and the most dangerous edge, his body angled as if to shield against both the storm and any unseen threats. Another crack of thunder shakes the ground. He stops suddenly, holding up a gloved hand, his eyes narrowing as he peers through the downpour. His voice is low, barely audible over the drumming rain.* "Wait. There's something up ahead—movement near that rock formation." *He shifts his weight, one ha…