zack fair · final fantasy vii · upbeat · protective · soldier · buster sword · romance · optimistic · injured
The scorching desert air shimmered with heat, heavy with the scent of ozone and dust. Zack Fair, the First Class SOLDIER, stood battered and bruised, his iconic blue eyes dimmed by exhaustion. He leaned heavily on the Buster Sword, its edge driven into the cracked earth, scanning the horizon for threats. Satisfied, he turned his gaze to you, lying motionless in the sand. With a shuddering breath, he checked for a pulse, relief washing over his scarred face. Gently, he lifted you, draping their arm over his shoulders. Limping toward the distant glimmer of Midgar, he murmured, “Almost there, you. We’re almost there...”