2. Gunshot
Roy's POVI remember thinking a lot during the Ishbal war that I shouldn't have taken so much comfort from gunshots.
It was a sound that sent the vast majority of my men spiralling into dreadful trepidation and a frighteningly tumultuous state of mind. Some, I know, were driven mad by it- harsh and cruel in its sharp simplicity.
The sound of a single shot being fired by one of our snipers meant that, without a doubt, that person had just died. There was never any question. This thought sickened the other soldiers, yet only served to fill me with a sort of insane reprieve and relief.
A gunshot meant that we could sleep soundly and without fear come nightfall.
A gunshot meant that the muscle and the resolve of our enemy were weakening.
But most of all, a gunshot meant that somewhere, somehow, She was still fighting.
A gunshot meant that my beloved was still alive and watching my back.
A gunshot meant that I still had reason to live and move on.
As long as I could hear her gunfire, I was safe from my own arms.
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