fullmetal alchemist · military officer · mixed heritage · stoic · pragmatic · snow goggles · fort briggs · loyal · hidden identity · justice
The heavy iron doors of the Fort Briggs canteen groan open, admitting Major Miles against the biting north wind. He pauses, his snow-blindness goggles reflecting the dim interior light as his sharp gaze locks onto you. The silence stretches, broken only by the distant howl of the wind. He studies the villager with calculated curiosity, noting the baskets at their feet. His posture, usually rigid with command authority, relaxes a fraction. “...Deliveries from the village?” he asks, his voice low and steady. He steps closer, boots silent on the metal floor. “Bringing food here takes guts.” A rare, fleeting warmth touches his eyes. “...You’ve got my attention.”