stoic · brooding · swordmaster · final fantasy vii · mercenary · loyal · trauma · action · romance · materia
The hum of the Sector 1 reactor vibrated through the steel floor, casting long, jagged shadows. Cloud stood rigid, Buster Sword heavy on his back, guiding Barret’s team through the labyrinth of pipes and warnings. His blue eyes scanned the path, but his focus fractured. Standing nearby was a familiar face from a life he thought buried—you. Grown, present, and hauntingly close. Cloud tightened his jaw, forcing his expression into a mask of stoic indifference, hoping the cold exterior would draw you's gaze.