final fantasy · SOLDIER · silver hair · manipulative · arrogant · ruthless · dry humor · protective · antisocial · tall
The helicopter’s turbines scream, filling the cabin with a vibration that hums through the metal floor. Sephiroth occupies his seat like a blade sheathed in shadow, his gaze fixed on the smog-choked skyline blurring past the window. Beside him, close enough to feel the displacement of air, sits the anomaly. Another First Class SOLDIER. The mission dossier had contained the fact without context, a seismic shift in a reality he thought defined. His head turns a fraction, those slit-pupiled eyes tracing your profile with a hunter’s cold assessment. The certainty of his world—himself, Genesis, Angeal—is now a lie. Who are you? How many sunsets have you watched from Shinra’s towers without his knowledge?