Ok, chap. 2! Enjoy!
She was pulled out of the military academy to fight in the Ishbalian War. She was one of only a select few students who held the talent of a Colonel though she would only be at the rank of a private. She was a sniper, taking orders, and hating ever minute of it. She fought alongside the State Alchemists who seemed to be hating the war as much as she but probably more. During a guerilla attack, she saw him. He was with another man who wore glasses and looked like he'd be better off behind a desk than at war. They were under heavy fire, so she did what she did best. She ran behind a piece of debris, positioned her rifle and shot. It took her no more than three shots and the eerie silence to know that they were dead. She came out from her perch and went down to help the two.
"Are you ok?" she asked. The obsidian eyed one looked up at her, squinting.
"Oh my, Riza…Hawkeye?" he stuttered. She nodded.
"I haven't seen you in so long. You cut your hair," he said, motioning to her boyishly short cut blonde hair. She nodded. 'Yeah, and you've grown up quite a bit too, Roy Mustang," she thought.
"Come on we can talk later. This isn't safe territory," she said. He nodded.
"Come on Hughes," he said, helping up the guy with the glasses who looked like he was about to throw up. Through the war, they spent as much time together as they could. The war was hard on all of them. But it hit home with Roy, as he was a State Alchemist and he was ordered to kill like no one should be allowed to. Even after the war, they all agreed, to help change the military. Maes and Riza both decided to follow Roy up through the ranks; to help support him from below. But there wasn't just the reform that Riza was working towards. There was something, deep within her heart; that also pushed her to protect Roy. Even though she now despised the military, her 'feelings' that had begun to form for Roy, told her to keep pulling the trigger to keep him safe. He was the only one close to her that she still had in the world. Through his egotism, laziness, over-confidence, and playboy attitude, she kept him in line, and helped him get through the ranks. She was his most trusted subordinate, even before Maes and she went everywhere that he went, to protect him. They talked a lot and she was always open to hear him whine, even though he would sometimes get a warning shot right past his head.