Hello y'all!

I began a knew collection in French, about team Mustang, thanks to -once again- the Nuits du FoF. So once again you'll get short OS about a theme. I don't know yet if all the OSs will be on the same timeline, but the two first ones are linked to each other.

This one was about "Tour", that I chose with the meaning "Tower". And who's the tower/rook in Team Mustang? Breda, of course!

Disclaimer: I don't own FMA

I hope you'll enjoy this!


When Lieutenant-Colonel Mustang had met Second-lieutenant Breda who was fresh from the academy after the end of the Ishvalan War, the first thing that interested him was his bright intellect. Despite his average results in physical tests - however his endurance was quite good - he got first place in all classes concerning strategy, field approach, and knowledge of the enemy's strengths and weaknesses.

This had gained the young alchemist's interest. He wanted one last recruit in his team. He needed trusted people, and Second-lieutenant Havoc had recommended his classmate. Of course he knew that two friends in the same team could bring some bustle in their lives. Warrant officer Falman was the most serious of them, and Mustang didn't think he'd seen him smile for the last few months he'd spent under his command. Sergeant Fuery was the shyest of all, but when someone asked him about his hobbies, he couldn't be stopped. Second-lieutenant Hawkeye was hard-working and ensured everyone did their job, even when it meant using the carrot and the stick. Second-lieutenant Havoc made sure the atmosphere in the office was light and had suggested a karaoke night every Friday so they could work on their team spirit.

Mustang's team missed someone bright, but who could bring some more animation in the office. Hawkeye had sighed when he'd talked about recruiting Breda, but after thinking for a short time she'd smiled before accepting his suggestion. "You wouldn't have given me the choice anyway. As long as he doesn't hinder everyone's work, I can't say anything."

Heymans Breda had been introduced to the team and in no time had proved his worth despite his debonair attire. He could find the pattern of a suspect under a few minutes of studying the case, plan an intervention in a place full of enemies and carry out its execution without problems and casualties. But most of all, he was able to tell which restaurant was the nearer from the place where they finished their field missions so all six of them could go eat lunch or dinner depending on the time of the day. His only weaknesses were his stomach that couldn't stay empty for more than three hours, and dogs who scared him.

Breda had soon become a pillar for the team, along with the others. His steadiness and his strategist skills had gave him his chess code name: the rook. He would never know it, like the others. Only Riza knew about Roy's inclination to make parallels with chess, and even if she hadn't asked, he was sure she knew she was the queen.

However, it wasn't steadiness that appeared to be Breda's motivation that Friday night. Roy had already downed a few drinks, but not as much as his Second-lieutenant, who'd just gulped his fourth pint -there had been a few shots between his beers. The atmosphere in the bar was light and relaxed, and everyone had loosened more than usual. They were celebrating the end of a difficult case, and Roy had given his subordinates a day off -he already knew he would spend his Monday with Hawkeye, who refused to take days off without a valid reason. He had paid the two first rounds too.

As drinks were drank, songs were sung, and Havoc and Breda had become really loosened. They sang duets after duets, and sometimes the others could sing too -when the two friends insisted that they took the microphone. While his buddy was drinking his next beer, Havoc had begun to sing The time of my life.

Breda set down his empty glass and walked toward Havoc, wiggling. Roy was certain the others were as taken aback as him. He watched his subordinate dancing as he approached the tall blond, paused, and when Jean opened his arms, he ran to him.

Roy stopped breathing and saw Havoc lift Breda above his head almost effortlessly. "Woohoo!" The redhead shouted. "Best party for months!"

To everyone's surprise, they stayed in that acrobatic pose for more than fifteen seconds before Breda landed on the floor with grace. But when he returned to their table after he'd sung the end of the song with Havoc, Roy could see his wobbly walk.

He thought he had recruited someone steady, and he'd been right. But sometimes the tower could bend. If that arrived during such moments, where his subordinates were relaxed, smiling, he would never hold it against him.