A/N: I keep coming back to this story, this takes place before the first chapter.
Eyes of a Hawk
The Hawk's eyes trained on the target, her breath slowly released and then the pull of the trigger. Riza closed her eyes and added the man to the list of nameless men who would only become numbers in her head. This was war; this was survival.
When she inhaled the man lying on the ground was Maes Mustang and Riza knew she had killed her son.
"Riza?"
Opening her eyes brought Riza back to the present. Sometimes it felt like time was slowing down and all the while she almost wished it would speed up. Seemed like things were at a standstill, and it made her uneasy.
"You were twitching."
Her husband had that weary look in his eyes the one that made him appear old with age. Riza doubted she woke him from his sleep; the man never slept anymore.
"It's nothing." Flipping onto her side, Riza chewed on the inside of her cheek and began to decompress in her own self loathing way.
Roy's hands were at her back, fingers tracing burned edges and what was left of her past. His voice was low, the edges almost hoarse with sleep that would not come. "I feel it too."
Of course he did; that's why it hurt too much to look at him.
When his arms wrapped around her body Riza could feel his chest shaking and knew he was crying. Breath in, exhale, shoot. Breath in, exhale, shoot. Riza gasped and whimpered because when the first sobs came she knew it would be a long time before they stopped.