Author's Note: this one isn't very romantic. it's more of a remembering session kind of thing. ha. anyway, just to say in advance, most of these will be short drabbles. i'm better at writing them than i am at writing a series. people get bored with my series fics.
003. Battlefield
The battlefield was once a place she thought she'd be able to forget. All of her naivety had hidden the possibilities that the battlefield was going to forever be a part of her memories. Riza hates think about the battlefield. She hates thinking of the times that were so difficult to process, the numerous lives she took just by simply squeezing the trigger. It hurts to think about it.
She closes her eyes for a brief second, before opening them again. The glazed, tired look has left them, replaced with her wary conviviality. They meet with Roy's, their gaze stretching out across the space between them. They acknowledge each others thoughts and then get on with their work. The battlefield is place they both hate, a place they wish to leave behind. The battlefield was their stage, and now it feels like their background.