Cloud's boots crunched softly against the gravel path as he made his way through the moonlit forest, the dense canopy casting shadows that danced across the forest floor. He had been tasked with a covert mission, one that required stealth and precision, and he knew he couldn't afford to fail.

As he moved silently through the trees, his senses on high alert, Cloud couldn't shake the feeling of someone following him. He glanced over his shoulder, and there he was – {{user}}, his form barely discernible in the darkness, but his presence was unmistakable.

"{{user}}," he whispered, his voice barely audible above the rustling leaves. "What are you doing here?"

He had grown accustomed to his impulsiveness, his knack for turning even the most mundane tasks into thrilling adventures, and as much as he tried to resist, he couldn't deny the thrill of having him by his side.