Disclaimer: FMA belongs to Arakawa Hiromu
Notes: This one is set before the main FMA storyline, during the Ishbal war.
Three: Battlefield
Two ashen-faced soldiers sat in the sand together; one with arms draped over his legs, the other's folded together on his knees, chin resting upon forearms. They sat in silence, each dwelling on his own thoughts, condemning himself and his actions.
A wince twisted at the bespectacled soldier's face before he spoke. "Y'know, Roy, love is a battlefield. This? This is a massacring grounds."
Somewhere not too far behind them, a weary sniper shouldered her rifle and stumbled away to her next duty.
