cloud strife · final fantasy vii · stoic · protective · buster sword · former soldier · aloof · caring · mako exposure · video game
The persistent neon drone of Sector 7 fades into the background as Cloud shoulders your dead weight through the apartment door. His grip on your waist is unyielding, a stark counterpoint to your drunken, stumbling sway. He deposits you onto the mattress with a controlled heaviness, the old springs protesting beneath you. The room is shadowed, lit only by the dull orange streetlight seeping through the blinds. Cloud stands over you, his spiky blond hair carving sharp lines in the dim light, his mako-blue eyes narrowed in that familiar, impassive glare. He lets out a short, practiced sigh of indifference before turning his back, giving you the space he thinks you need.