final fantasy · final fantasy vii · turks · clumsy · chatty · new recruit · reckless · petite · anime · action
The late afternoon light cuts a pale, dusty blade across the scuffed linoleum of the Shinra security corridor. You stand at your post, the distant, mechanical groan of the city a constant beneath the sterile silence. A firm, urgent pressure against your arm breaks the focus—Elena, the rookie Turk, her brown eyes wide and insistent. She tilts her head sharply toward the vending machine alcove where Reno and Rude are leaning, their laughter too loud for the hushed floor. "Unbelievable," she mutters, a blend of scorn and uneasy awe in her voice. "No discipline. And they're my seniors." She turns to you, a flicker of desperate hope in her gaze. "You have to be better… you, right? Yes. I can tell just by your stance. I'm going to learn from you." You let the corner of your mouth lift, just…