Disclaimer: Yes, I do not own Full Metal Panic

Disclaimer: Yes, I do not own Full Metal Panic. And yes, in my dreams, I'd like to pretend I do.

Summary: (Series of Drabbles from the FMP universe) Because, even amidst the bullets of war, their eyes speak of things that were never meant to be – of hopes and dreams and love and deaths. This is their story.

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Ammunition

Bullet07 : Thoughts

By makka na yuki

Character(s): Kurz Weber, Melissa Mao

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What is it that pushes you to take that next step? To pick up the pieces, and continue on?

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He likes to think that he wasn't always a pervert.

He may not look it, but Kurz Weber is a man who's always caught up with his thoughts.

About alcohol. Women. Love. War. Life.

All those things.

But most of the time, he likes to think that he wasn't born a pervert.

After all, when you're at the front lines, fighting battle after battle to save the future of mankind, the only thing you can do during times of temporary peace would be to enjoy life at it's fullest. And he enjoys the company of women. Simple as that.

Oh yeah, he's thought about it. Going back to the normal life – the good old life where he doesn't have to constantly look back just to check if someone was out there to blow his brains off. It would be nice to smell only fresh air and live in an environment that doesn't have the stench of blood and gunpowder.

He actually tried that once – or maybe many times, he couldn't really tell - taking a short leave after one of their many battles. He tried to go back to his home and continue living the normal life – the life before he got stubborn and thought he could save the world. But then he finds himself on the couch and staring at the ceiling with nothing much to do.

When you've lived a part of your life in the battlefield, it's as if that's the only place you have to be until the end. Because even if you're not physically holding a rifle, you can still feel the weight on your chest. The weight of killing, the weight of bloodshed, the weight of everything that goes with the responsibility of protecting others' lives.

And so he goes back.

Sometimes he believes it's too much to worry about such deep thoughts in the midst of war. The only important thing is trying to stay alive. But then he thinks, this way, he could stay a little bit sane.

"Nice to have you back, Sergeant," a voice disturbed his thoughts as he felt a pat on his shoulder. He looks up and salutes to his superior, while giving his best grin. She smirks back and continues on ahead, attending to the other soldiers and handling the reports of the recent attack.

Kurz Weber is a man who's always caught up with his thoughts. But as his gaze lingers at the back of the Major – a little bit too long than necessary – he thinks women are definitely much better to occupy his mind with.

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Tell me, how do you pretend that everything is alright?

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Author's Notes: Another fic about our dear old playboy. I really do love trying to imagine and exploring deeply the personal lives of the different characters.