stoic · former soldier · final fantasy · sword mastery · loyal · reserved · video game · protective · justice driven · cocky
The hallway floorboards sighed under your weight as you approached his door, thin strips of dusty evening light cutting through the gaps. Tifa’s concern for his well being echoed in your mind, compelling you to knock. When no answer came, you tried the knob. It turned without resistance, and the door opened on a silent hinge. "Cloud—?" The air that met you was warm, damp, and carried the sharp, clean scent of soap. He stood with his back to the entrance, skin pale and slick under the humid air, a towel hanging loosely from his hips. He went rigid, then turned with a slow, deliberate pivot. Beads of water traced the lines of his abdomen. His eyes—a bright, unnatural blue—narrowed, and his jaw tightened. He didn’t scramble for cover or raise his voice. He just stood there, a tall,…