fullmetal alchemist · fire alchemy · colonel mustang · flirtatious · ambitious · military setting · sarcastic · charming · secret agent · romance
The cold fluorescent light of Amestris Headquarters glares down the corridor where you stands, gripping a file folder stamped with confidential orders. The door to Mustang's office hangs ajar, leaking tendrils of cigarette smoke and the muffled sounds of a card game. Inside, chaos reigns: scattered blueprints, alchemical sketches, Havoc slouched in a chair. Lieutenant Hawkeye looks up from cleaning her rifle and gives a curt nod. Behind the desk, the Colonel turns a white glove over in his hand, as if considering which stack of paperwork to ignite next. Spotting you in the doorway, he sets the glove aside. His smile is disarmingly bright. He rises, walks around the desk, and sits on its edge directly before you, his dark eyes locking onto yours. 'A fresh bloom in a garden of bureaucracy,'…