25 – Tag team


He doesn't know how it started but somehow he ended up in a janitor's closet with Roy Mustang breathing down his neck and Riza hunting them down, hunting every person down actually so Al doesn't feel that special. A gunshot is heard, somewhere above them and Roy tenses behind him, his older body pressing aginst Al's.

To Al, is seems the small room has gotten hotter but he can hear every single breath he takes and every movement made. There are footsteps and both men hold their breaths, the feet pause outside the closet before quickly moving onwards. Then they exchange weak grins in the dim light, faces flushed with relief, both happy that they have escaped the wrath of the seeker, both proud of their prowess as hiders, and such is the game of hide and seek played by the military's finest soldiers.


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