Theme: Bra
Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye checked the preliminary reports when she saw a blond stepping out of her superior's office. Winry Rockbell had been seeing Roy for nearly a year now. The sharpshooter knew the two had history, seeing as the general had killed her parents during the war. Somehow the two had come to an understanding and the girl had forgiven the flame alchemist. Roy had recently confided that he was thinking of asking the twenty-year old Automail mechanic to marry him.
Roy whispered something to the Automail mechanic, who blushed profusely at whatever he told her. The two shared a kiss and the girl was off to attend to Automail business.
"Lieutenant, you are right on time!" grinned the Flame alchemist.
The sharpshooter stepped into his office and was about to discuss the day's itinerary with him when she spotted something behind the sofa. Putting down the folder, she walked over and lifted the item with one finger. Roy looked up and smiled mischievously. It was a white bra.
"Sir, it's not against the rules to have significant others over but can you try somewhere a little more private?" she said with a stoic look on her face.