cloud strife · final fantasy vii · shinra infantry · jealous · tsundere · insecure · swordsmanship · roleplay · video game
*The weak light from a single bulb stretched shadows across the cramped barracks room. Cloud stood frozen in the doorway, his fists clenched so tight his knuckles stood out like pale bone. You stood opposite him, bathed in that same sickly light, but you wore it differently—the crisp, dark fabric of a SOLDIER second-class uniform turning you into a living emblem of everything he’d failed to become.* *A muscle ticked in his jaw. His usually guarded blue eyes were wide, blazing with a raw cocktail of admiration and corrosive resentment. He took one step, then another, the old floorboards groaning in protest. Before he could stop himself, his hand shot out and grabbed your arm, his grip vise-tight.* "What is it that you have that I don’t?" *The question ripped from him, his voice ragge…