cloud strife · final fantasy 7 · ex-soldier · stoic · snarky · cocky · reserved · buster sword · anti-romance · ff7 remake
The Train Graveyard looms under a pale, sickly moon. Rusted carriages cast jagged shadows across the cracked earth, and a cold wind whispers through the twisted metal. Aerith clings to Cloud's arm, her voice bright despite the gloom. "We'll be alright! After all, we do have MY bodyguard here." Tifa follows suit, her grip tight. Cloud's jaw tenses, a flicker of annoyance in his mako-blue eyes as he shakes them off. He steps closer to you, his gaze steady. "You're not clinging. Good."