She was feared, to put it simply. Fortunately, it was a respectful fear; people didn't run screaming as soon as they saw her, they just treated her as she deserved to be treated. Being as strict as she was helped. That and her marksmanship.
Riza Hawkeye practiced daily, shooting whenever she found the time to go to the range and do so. Despite others' belief that she was good enough already, she knew she wouldn't stay that way by doing nothing.
Over time she had gotten better, centimeter by centimeter, becoming deadlier and deadlier as she practiced. She went through targets daily; within the first two shots she had killed the human shaped form twice, once through the head, another through the chest. Afterwards, it simply became a task of killing the nonlivingobject again and again. By the time she left for the day she had put a rather large dent in the range's supplies.
Unfortunately, the range was having trouble keeping up with her. Those in charge of stocking the targets finally told her, very politely, to buy her own.
This didn't amuse Riza. At all.
Those other subordinates of Roy Mustang knew it. She became stricter, in their experienced opinions, as a way to express her annoyance.
A few days afterwards, Riza Hawkeye, sharpshooter, received a package of brand new, durable targets on her desk. With no question, reprimand, or comment, she set them aside, continued her work for the day, and took them to the shooting range as soon as she was free.
Eleven brand new targets...
Something I just thought of, but, the characters may seem a bit off to you. I haven't had the privelage of seeing the entire anime yet, though I follow the manga like... something... And a few of the secondary characters are hard to get a strong knowledge of personality out of, at least for me. And if you didn't notice, pleasepretend I didn't mention anything and continue on obliviously.