notes: Roy and Riza will always be one of my OTPs. 'Nuff said.
notes2: Am I the only one who made this connection? I'm pretty sure I'm not.
notes3: It's been a while since I wrote for this fandom.
disclaimer: If I owned FMA, well, Royai shippers would rejoice all over the world because I would be abolishing that anti-frat law right from the start.
summary: Where Riza is an expert sniper even if she only started playing CoD, and Roy is not an amused boyfriend (Hurts the man-pride, you know?).
With assassin-like stealth, he scouted through the grassy area, senses heightened for any sign of movement around him. Adrenaline coursed in his blood, his heartbeat pulsing loudly in his ears. Beads of sweat started to form on his forehead, eyebrows creased in deep concentration. With one last gulp, he cautiously turned a corner and sprinted into the open. A shot was heard from above him, and all he saw was red and blood.
His soldier character dropped to the ground, dead, for the nth time, suffering from another headshot. Roy groaned, exasperated. "How are you so good at this?"
Riza smirked smugly. "I'm a beginner, and yet I'm beating you."
"Beginner, my ass." He sulked, sore fingers scrolling the joysticks around in a vain search for his girlfriend's character. "In another life, you could be a sniper."
Riza's eyes stayed focused on the screen, but he didn't miss the teasing tone in her voice as she retorted back. "And you could be the overconfident prick that thinks he can beat anyone."
"You're there, aren't you?" He shrugged. "I don't have to beat them myself. I'll just have you shoot them in the head."
Headshot.
"Riza, no fair! At least let me respawn for five whole seconds before killing me again!"
notes: Pretty short, I know.
notes2: Review? It might repair Roy's wounding ego.
notes3: Seriously though, Riza could beat his ass in this game, especially if it's on a rainy terrain (lol).
