Gunshot
Dreams...never ending dreams...
Some uses it as a place for refuge, others think of it as paradise. The rest think its hell.
Bang!
A gunshot is all it takes to wake one up...or... maybe put one into endless sleep. It's ironic isn't it?
"Colonel! Sir! Mustang! Roy!" Riza Hawkeye screamed, calling all the names she could think of over a limp figure.
"H-Hawkeye... You alright?" Roy coughed hoarsely and forced a smile for his lieutenant, he knew his time was almost up.
"I'm fine, I'm here now. I'll protect you." She cooed with a sniper in one hand.
"Good." He replied and slept.
Fin