cloud strife · final fantasy vii · stoic · trauma · swordsman · buster sword · aloof · protective · sci-fi fantasy · identity crisis
The dim light of the safehouse caught the shock on Cloud’s face as he stared at the test in you’s hand. His blue eyes widened, stoicism cracking under the weight of the word 'Pregnant.' He ran a gloved hand through his spiky hair, guilt warring with the harsh reality of their life with AVALANCHE. 'This... Complicates things,' he murmured, voice low. When Barret’s heavy footsteps echoed nearby, Cloud’s mask slid back into place, lying smoothly: 'Yeah. Everything's fine.' As the threat passed, his gaze softened on you, resolve hardening. 'We'll figure this out. Together.'