Battlefield
"Morning lieutenant. Colonel had a hard time finishing all the paperwork without you around." Jean Havoc greeted with a teasing smirk.
"Havoc, get back to work before I burn you into dusts." The sleek, handsome colonel threatened and cleared his throat as he turned to his assistant soldier. "How was your break Hawkeye?"
"It was alright." She replied with a short nod.
All the female personnel in the office were glaring at her with envy, wishing for guns to bring her down. They were all in for one catch: the prize.
They scowled as their good-looking prize laughed, amidst of a conversation with the main enemy. She was going down for sure. But it's going to take a miracle to eliminate her for she wasn't just your average soldier. She was a sharpshooter, a sniper, and the right-handed soldier of their dear colonel.
She may be the queen of the office now; but someday she's going to get dethroned by the minor pawns. In other words, them.
Their beady eyes pursued the target as she followed her superior into his office to start the day's work. She was going down for sure, they told themselves again.
Riza Hawkeye smiled faintly, leaving angry female officers behind. For now and forever, she had the upper hand of the silent battle.
Victory will surely be hers.
Fin