Yesterday I heard your voice, whispering through all the noise.
Her head shot up when a fist pounded on her back.
"What the hell-" She snapped her mouth shut when her drill sergeant looked at her sharply. "Sorry, Sir."
She bowed her head and picked up a pistol. She aimed and shot, penetrating her target and knocking it to the ground. She shot. Again. Again. Until he walked away.
She sighed dejectedly. She was utterly exhausted. The last full night of sleep she had gotten was at least two months ago. Her days were blurring together. Her nights were short. Her life was insane. She felt a dull ache in her chest and tried to block out the reason she had come to this damn military.
Her father's death… She shivered. That cold tombstone laying in the center of some depressing cemetery.
Plus that Roy Mustang.
A small smirk spread across her face.
She shot again. And again. Something about seeing her targets fall made her grin and she shot again.
A voice drifted through her head. His voice. His chuckle. She sighed.
Behind her, someone was throwing a fit. She tried to ignore it. It happened occasionally. A shot fired. Not surprising, there were in a firing rage, after all.
A loud shout made her spin around. She swore she heard Roy shout something.
She frowned and kicked herself in the shin. He's not there, dumbass.
This time, she was sure she heard it.
"Riza Hawkeye!"
His voice blended with another shot.
She spun around on her heel, the one connected to her injured shin. She stumbled and crashed against the wall. Half a second later, a bullet flew and slammed into the wall directly above her head.
She stared up in horror and felt a hand on her wrist.
"Are you alright, Cadet?"
She nodded and looked at the drill sergeant. Behind him, some boy was tackled to the ground by a familiar face.
"You almost killed someone!"
He shouted. The boy sobbed and threw his gun away. "This military will be the death of us all!" He was thrown out the door.
He clenched his fist and scanned the room. His eyes met her face.
"You okay?" He asked. A casual strut over to her, like they were best friends.
"Yes, Sir."
He smiled softly. "Good."
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AN: Short, sweet, and to the point. I forget what song I was listening to at the time, but the quote is from a song by... Firefight I think.
Anyways, I kinda like this. And yeah, I know they never met after he enlists her father's death before the war, but this was the best situation I could think of.