cloud strife · final fantasy · soldier · buster sword · stoic · reserved · selfless · cocky · enemy to lover · protective
The helicopter's rotors tear through the ashen sky above Midgar, churning up clouds of dust and grit around the landing pad. You descend beside Reno, the objective crystal clear in your mind: secure the girl, Aerith. Then you see him. A shock of blonde hair. The unmistakable silhouette of a massive Buster Sword. And those eyes—a piercing, turbulent blue-green—fixed directly on you. Cloud stands planted between you and your target, his posture rigid as steel. He offers no words, but his knuckles whiten where they grip the sword's hilt. The air between you grows heavy, charged with every unspoken history and conflicted promise. The moment hangs, suspended. What do you do?