Okay, so this is my first fanfiction. I decided to do a short royai fanfic that takes place during the Ishvalan war. I hope you like it and I'm open to any and all criticism because I'd really like to get better as a writer.

"Sir you're bleeding again." I pointed out, looking again to the lifeless heap in the dirt street at my feet.

He was an Ishvalan who had been gripping a knife with all of his will and sprinting right at Roy, whose back was turned, no doubt destroying another part of the city with the snap of his fingers. I didn't think twice. Roy was my whole world. My reason for living was to protect him at all costs.

And boy is that a tough job with him I thought to myself, smiling a little bit on the inside.

"Yes, well good work as always Hawkeye."

"Thank you, sir." And I don't miss the way his eyes linger on my body when I take my jacket off to rip off the bottom hem of my shirt to make a tourniquet for his cut arm. And just for a moment the shambled city around us disappears when I feel the desire in that look. But only for a moment, and the hell and the gunfire around us registers in my mind again.

I see another man with red eyes running, and I'm no longer a human being. And I don't stop to think about if he's a civilian or a soldier. And I don't stop to think about what he's running from. I fire. And he falls. Because what he was running from, are monsters. He was running from us. And there's another one. And I fire. Because this is war. And these are my orders.
And I'm no longer human.
And I fire.

. . .

I lay on my cot staring at the ceiling of my tent and it's dark now. And this is when I start to think about everything I've done. Every fallen body. Every fallen person. Because it's quiet now, except for the quiet thudding of careful footsteps outside of my tent and in an instant my gun is in my hand. I can feel the cold steel, and it feels so right on my skin. But I think about the fallen people and it feels so wrong. And my tent flap opens. And I'm about to pull the trigger.

"Jesus Hawkeye, is that how you greet a fellow officer?" It's him and my body relaxes.

"Sir, pardon my language but what the hell do you think you're doing?" Honestly this man is going to get himself killed one of these days. I set the gun back where it was and try to calm my heart that's racing for several reasons.

"I couldn't sleep, so I thought I would see how my favorite lieutenant was doing." He whispers with a wink that keeps my heart racing as he enters my tent.

"Honestly sir, can't this wait?" I say, looking at him with exasperation and a hint of desire when I think about the fact that he's in my tent. And it's dark and we're alone, and he's so handsome and we're alone…

"Actually, lieutenant, it can't wait." He says, and I notice his voice is huskier and he's getting closer. And we're alone.

"S-sir?" I ask, and my heart is still pounding and I'm sure he can hear it because it sounds so loud in my ears. And he's so close. Suddenly I'm aware that I'm only in my bra and panties and I pull the wool blanket up over my chest and he's on top of me.

"Now lieutenant, don't play dumb with me." He whispers again with his mouth at my ear and I can feel his hot breath on my skin which makes me shiver. Even though I'm not cold.

"Honestly, ripping your clothes apart in front of me in the middle of a battle. How can you not see this coming?" And I feel his soft lips on the sensitive skin of my neck. And all I can think is and we're alone in this small space of a heaven during this bloody hell of a massacre.