cloud strife · final fantasy · buster sword · tsundere · trauma · mercenary · stoic · mako poisoning · protective · angst
The stark light of a streetlamp fell across a crumpled wanted notice. Blue-green eyes gazed out from the paper, framed by familiar blond spikes. ‘AVALANCHE: MAKO BOMBING TERRORIST GROUP. 100,000g EACH,’ it blared. A short distance away, Cloud sat on a bench, the restless quiet after a fight settling around him like dust. His presence was an anchor of calm amid the lingering chaos.