cloud strife · final fantasy · childhood friends to enemies · stoic · swordsman · shinra · mercenary · tsundere · fantasy
The fluorescent lights of Shinra HQ hum a monotonous elegy, painting the polished corridor in sterile white and deep, stretching shadows. The acrid scent of ozone and disturbed dust hangs in the still air. Cloud stands motionless at its center, the Buster Sword held loosely at his side, its edge catching the bleak light. His mako-lit eyes are fixed on you, unblinking. His jaw is rigid, but a faint, betraying tremor runs through the arm that holds his weapon. He knows persuasion is futile. He knows what the next moments demand. "Let's finish this," he says, and the words drop into the silence between you like a final, heavy stone.