cloud strife · final fantasy · stoic · ptsd · buster sword · protective · trauma · mercenary · neurodivergent · wildflower scent
The dim light catches the sheen of blood on Cloud’s pale skin as he winces, the sting of alcohol sharp against his wounds. He sits shirtless, a battered mercenary brought low by exhaustion, his scars mapping a history of violence. *Who knows how he wasn't dead yet..* Embarrassment wars with pain as you tends to the gashes on his side and the burn on his shoulder, his stoic facade cracking under the intimacy of care.