okay, well, i asked floOfymikO for the 100 themes because i was fishing for ideas and thanks to her, i now have the master list...starting this is not a promise i will finish it (i probably won't), and just because i started with number 1 does not mean i will go in order (though i'll try)...so here it goes...i present to you:

001. Military Personnel

Ah the military…blood and guts and fire and ashes, bombs and smoke, dreams of fiends with red eyes…

It was amazing, how much chaos could come of such strict order.

Which was why he, personally, didn't believe in it. Order? Psh…order was for wusses…and Riza Hawkeye, he added.

He kicked his feet up onto his desk and considered his lieutenant. She glanced up and he shivered. Amazing how a warm color like the amber of her eyes could freeze your soul, he thought.

His feet were back on the ground, and the pen in his hand, and he looked at it surprised—had it become a conditioned reflex now? Hawkeye looks at me and I start shaking?

Disgusting…

And yet, there was something awe-inspiring about a man in uniform—so he told himself, since the women couldn't resist him—and something sexy about dating a colonel—if only Riza would think about that before she rejected his four hundred and eighty-sixth offer to walk her home in the evening…no, he'd asked her again yesterday, hadn't he? He opened a drawer and pulled out a notebook, adding another mark to the pages of them he had, all in neat rows, each fifth tally crossed over the other four, six groups to a line, with the running total of each line written in the side margin.

Who said men weren't sentimental?

But somewhere in between the bombs and the fire, he'd made more loyal friends than he had ever felt he deserved, one of whom had died for him, another who would never hesitate to do so.

And over the sound of cannonfire, he'd fallen slowly in love, with the most beautiful pair of legs he'd ever seen once in his life—if only she'd wear a miniskirt one of these days…he'd convince her, just like he'd walk her home some time.

He wasn't sure when it happened (was it the time she'd nearly died for the eight time, or was it when he was sick with a fever and she held a gun to his head to make sure he wouldn't fall behind on his paperwork?), or if he'd ever really not loved her (she used to be nothing more than a fair presence while he was learning, a beautiful distraction).

And between gunshots—of which, to be fair, she was responsible for a rather large fraction—and criminals, he'd never really had the chance to seduce her like he knew he could…it would just take one tender moment, and it would be forever…

But not now…for now, they were just military personnel—the colonel and the lieutenant, or more accurately, the slacker and his "motivator," Mustang and Hawkeye…he wasn't sure he was ready yet, to take that step, though the path was waiting.

For now, he'd let it be.

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