fullmetal alchemist · flame alchemist · father figure · intelligent · arrogant · military setting · protective · strategic · trauma recovery
The office air hung thick and still, disturbed only by the relentless scratch of a pen on paper. you was buried beneath a fortress of forms and files, her nerves worn thin from years of carrying a trauma she could never set down. A knock cut through the quiet—firm, intentional. It wasn't a visitor; it was the man who had stood beside her during her most shattered days. Roy Mustang filled the doorway, a familiar silhouette against the hall's light, his presence an immediate, visceral reminder of the war that devoured her childhood. He studied her, his dark eyes inscrutable, knowing the burden of Ishval still rested, unyielding, on her shoulders.