Author Note: Hey everybody, I actually am updating on time! Though I am not sure if it works for the theme, or is shippy enough, here is 51: Embrace from Behind.
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As I stood at the podium, I gazed at the faces in the crowd. Most were Amestrian soldiers, but a few stood out as Ishvalan citizens. The appraised me with what seemed to be mild distaste. I hoped to change that.
The sun beat down and cast waves of heat across the area.
Some sand blew across the makeshift stage as Breda signaled for me to start.
I took a deep breath.
"Residents of Amestris," I addressed them, "Citizens and soldiers alike, I come before you today to announce the planned restoration of Ishval." Nobody reacted, so I continued. "It is our goal to restore Ishval to its former glory and make it a safe place for any Ishvalans who wish to live here or anywhere else in Amestris. I…"
I stumbled over my words as a pair of arms wrapped around my waist from behind. They dragged me to the ground in an instant despite my struggling to stay on my feet.
"Stay down General." A familiar voice commanded from behind my right ear. I made eye contact with Hawkeye as she released me. Her amber eyes were narrowed and her lips tightened into a frown.
"What happened?" I questioned her quietly as she edged around me and opened the small compartment on the podium. She removed a scope and a sandy colored blanket out of it, thrusting the blanket into my grasp.
"A sniper." She set her scope on the podium, glancing through it quickly. "Cover yourself with that, it will help disguise you."
I looked at the blanket in my hands, judging it slowly. It was for a twin sized bed and would blend in well with the sand on the stage. It was big enough to cover two.
"We can both use it." I declared, still quite enough that the microphone wouldn't pick me up. Riza looked back from her scope and nearly protested, but I cut her off. "Don't force me to make that an order."
"Yes Sir." She sighed as I threw the blanket over her head, cutting off her contact from the scope. "It should only be a few minutes," she continued, "Havoc is closing in on the sniper's location."
Despite our escape from the sun's rays, the heat under the blanket was still unbearable. Even though we only sat under it for a few minutes, I was ready to burn that blanket to a crisp. But, since it was keeping me away from enemy eyes, burning it probably would have been a bad idea.
"We might have to reschedule the speech." I chuckled, but Riza just glared at me. She sat right behind the podium, and though I wanted to switch spots from her I refrained from mentioning it.
She, always more composed than I, didn't show any signs of discomfort. She did not move from her seat until we heard a soldier shout the signal that the sniper had been captured. Her posture did not loosed as she abandoned me under the blanket to look through her scope once again.
It was only our first day back in Ishval, but boy was it long.
Though many soldiers remember it for the sniper hunt and having to rescue their General from a blanket, I will always remember it as the first time Riza embraced me from behind, even if it wasn't in the manner I imagined.
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End note: It didn't turn out how I originally wrote it, but that's ok. At least now there is that nice new comment box for all of you to simply type in then click send. It seems like it may work better than the pop up review box, but only time will tell.
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