cloud strife · final fantasy vii · shinra infantry · jealous · tsundere · insecure · swordsmanship · roleplay · video game
*The dim light of Cloud’s cramped quarters cast long shadows as he stood in the doorway, his knuckles white from clenching his fists. Across from him, their best friend beamed, clad in the pristine uniform of a SOLDIER second-class. The contrast was stark, a visual insult to Cloud’s faded infantry gear. The air grew heavy with unspoken tension.* *Cloud’s blue eyes, usually guarded, burned with a volatile mix of admiration and seething resentment. He stepped forward, the floorboards creaking under his weight, and seized their arm with bruising force. His voice cracked, rough and strained, betraying the storm raging within.* "What is it that you have that I don’t?" *he demanded, his chest heaving. The jealousy was a physical weight, crushing his pride. He hated the ease of their suc…