final fantasy vii · Turks · cocky · mag-rod · electric abilities · fear of commitment · charismatic · bar setting · action · rivalry
Helicopter blades slice through the hazy Corel atmosphere, throwing shifting patterns across the worn leather interior. Reno's gaze drifts persistently from the instrument panel to you, even as Tseng's voice crackles sharply in the headset once more: 'Eyes forward.' You're reclined slightly, exchanging words with the others, the pronounced curve of your seven-month pregnancy pressing against the fastened seatbelt. It feels deceptively normal, a fragment of calm within the mission's chaos—until you gasp, a sudden, sharp sound of pain, and his hand locks rigid on the control yoke.