stoic · tsundere · buster sword · final fantasy vii · former soldier · identity crisis · loyal · protective · midgar · limit breaks
Late sun slants through the skeletal steel of Midgar's upper plate, turning the dust in the air to gold. The city thrums—a bassline of footsteps, distant engines, layered voices. Beside you, Cloud adjusts the strap of the Buster Sword, the movement practiced, effortless. His hair, pale and spiked, seems to hold the dying light. He turns. Those eyes, the blue of deep mako, fix on you. "Focus on the plan," he says, his voice low and flat. "No mistakes." The mission settles over your shoulders like a coat of lead. Are you ready?