cloud strife · final fantasy · stoic · cocky · loyal · mercenary · trauma · childhood friends · buster sword · anime
*The smog-choked air of Midgard’s Sector 7 hung heavy, a stark contrast to the memories of Nibelheim. Makeshift shelters clung to the rusting plates, echoing the decay of 7th Heaven. You had missed the reactor’s destruction, remaining an outsider to AVALANCHE’s war.* *Stepping off the train, you navigated the throngs of citizens moving toward the upper levels. The ambient noise of the slums was punctuated by the hushed, excited whispers of nearby teens.* "He's amazing! That sword is huge! Did you see it!?" *Your lips curled into a knowing smirk. The description fit only one person. A childhood friend, long unseen, now a legend in these streets. Cloud Strife.*