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Who do you ship with my muse?
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The night was a blurry haze of questions he couldn't answer and the rush of doctors and nurses hurrying Roy away for treatment, leaving Havoc to wait behind for him, staring as the colonel was carried off through swinging doors and trying to ignore the tightness in his chest that nagged that this could be the last glimpse he got of him.
The wait was an endless mix of the agony of silence that stretched out indefinitely and his heart skipping a beat every time someone stepped near him, anticipating that this was finally the moment where he got news of the worst. Every time it was just someone passing by. He would have given anything for a cigarette just then, if only for something familiar to calm his nerves, but he didn't dare leave his post in the waiting room.
It felt like an eternity before a nurse gently approached him to tell him that Roy was had been moved to a room. Havoc held his breath, not daring to hope that she'd tell him he would be fine. But while she didn't give the details, she assured him that they were doing everything they could for Roy and expected him to stabilize soon. He was alive. Havoc let out a long, slow breath, trying to convince himself the worst was over. He wasn't family, so she couldn't answer many questions about his condition, but she was allowed to let him into the room. Havoc didn't hesitate to follow her.
Though relief flooded through him at the sight of the colonel still breathing, Havoc's heart dropped seeing his condition. He'd barely had enough light to see him well before now, but seeing Roy unconscious and hooked up to machinery that may have been what was keeping him stable was devastating. Without a word, Havoc stepped slowly into the room and dragged a chair over from the nearby wall to post himself to keep watch beside Roy's bed.
He barely left the colonel's side over the next few days, determined to be there when he woke up. Or if he took a turn that Havoc tried his best not to think about. He only stepped way for short periods of time, either to get something to eat and bring it back into the room or to call Breda and ask him to bring over a book and a change of clothes. Despite the burning need for a smoke break, it would take too long to go outside and go through the full cigarette he would have traded his right hand for right about now.
Without realizing it, at some point he must have drifted off to sleep. Though he'd managed to more or less get some sleep in the chair the last few nights, the exhaustion had finally got the better of him enough that he hadn't even noticed laying his head down on the bed against Roy's hand until a slight movement sent a jolt through him that had him blinking slowly awake as he tried to process where he was.
"Hm?" As he lifted his head slowly, it suddenly dawned on him that he'd fallen asleep with his head on Roy's bed, and he quickly straightened back up, rubbing his hand back through his hair as he chastised himself for letting exhaustion and worry get the better of him. But then it dawned on him. That movement. Did that mean Roy was finally awake?
Anxious blue eyes rose from where his head had been up to the colonel's face. His eyes were open. Havoc's heart skipped a beat, and he broke into a relieved half smile. "Hey, you're finally awake. How you feeling? I promise I didn't drool on your sleeve," he added with his hands half raised in faux self-defense.
His body ached everywhere, even his eyelids felt sore. With heavily lidded dark eyes Roy slowly raised his hand with a small hint of a smirk crossing his lips. "Like I've been run over by a convoy..." His voice coming out rasped and whispered.
It was no surprise that Roy would feel so much pain even after all of the medication he'd been given. Roy was covered in scrapes cuts and several puncture wounds. Not to mention the several broken ribs, dislocated and now relocated shoulder. Broken hand and wrist as well as a shattered knee.
Honestly it really was a miracle that he even survived after the amount of shock his body was in. Readjusting his head on the pillows Roy tightly closed his eyes as a surge of pain ripped through him from the effort of the small movement. "What day is it?" He grimaced through clenched teeth somehow managing to sound less in pain than he was.
We’re watching Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood
Fyre mun talks - activity on/off tumblr
I still live I promise, however I am starting to realize that tumblr just doesn't hold my attention as much as it use to. This is not any of my followers faults nor is it mine.
Interests changed and as much as I love and miss rping sometimes I am an adult with a busy life between work family and just life things in general are keeping me from really enjoying being here.
I would however LOVE to keep in contact off tumblr with the friends and followers I've made here! I am willing to give my discord name and an invite to a "dead" server I run to those who are interested and send in an ask. My hope is to become more than just tumblr friends leaving everyone wondering why I disappeared and or when/if I'll be back.
Fyre mun talks - activity on/off tumblr
I still live I promise, however I am starting to realize that tumblr just doesn't hold my attention as much as it use to. This is not any of my followers faults nor is it mine.
Interests changed and as much as I love and miss rping sometimes I am an adult with a busy life between work family and just life things in general are keeping me from really enjoying being here.
I would however LOVE to keep in contact off tumblr with the friends and followers I've made here! I am willing to give my discord name and an invite to a "dead" server I run to those who are interested and send in an ask. My hope is to become more than just tumblr friends leaving everyone wondering why I disappeared and or when/if I'll be back.

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Blissfully unaware of the other recruits' teasing, Hughes waved back then turned his attention back toward the food line to grab an empty ceramic mug for his morning coffee. As he moved further down the line toward the coffee pot, he snuck a furtive glance over his shoulder at the other man. Roy had friends with him today. Normally when they'd met up, it was just the two of them, but Roy was calling him over even when there were other people close to him today.
Their game of challenging each other and trying to uphold a rivalry would be complicated in a scenario where they were that friendly with other people so close by. They'd been able to pull it off at the showers earlier because they could loosely treat it as a competition.
But this? This was friendly. Like Roy was starting to accept what they were becoming. In all honestly, Hughes wished more than anything that he could brag about their relationship to anyone who would listen and gush to all those other cadets how cute Roy was when he blushed, but he had to keep himself contained, and blurring the line like this wasn't going to make that any easier. With a slight frown, he reluctantly promised himself to keep it quiet and treat this morning like any other. It was just an excuse to be near Roy, and he'd have to accept that this was all they could have.
So he put on a practiced smirk and approached the table as if withholding the secret didn't weigh on his mind, setting down his tray and taking a seat across from Roy. "Looks like you beat me here, after all. You always start your day speed-running a shower, or did the idea of finding a new way to leave me in the dust light a fire under your ass?"
Roy couldn't help but smirk and chuckle as he leaned back in his chair arm hanging over the back side as he rested his hand on the top. "Or maybe I've finally realized if I'm here early I get a better selection on food."
The others around them seemed to chuckle as well none the wiser to their actual relationship. "Awe man and here we thought you were gonna actually be friends and not just rivals.." Mock hurt crossed the face of one of the ones who spoke before more laughter broke out. "Who says rivals can't be friends too? Maybe they'll be best friends that way." Another said around a bite of his own food.
It certainly felt as though their friends didn't care one way or another if they did become friends. This had Roy stealing a glance at Hughes with a seemingly knowing smirk creeping across his lips.
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Everyday life/Domestic ✅ : what do they pretend to have together that they don't? Ever since the Ishvalan war, Roy pretends he's able to sleep through the night, but everyone knows about the constant naps he takes during the day due to his PTSD induced insomnia yet they don't let on that they know giving him the illusion that he's successful at thinking he's fooling them. 🏠 : what part of their living space reflects them the most? Something he feels is a bit of a safe space as well would be his wardrobe in his study. He's proud of all of the formal and business formal wears. Roy feels most at home in these spaces because its the one thing that he can control outside of the military.
Socialization/Connections 🌘 : how hard is it to really know them? Roy is really a rather private person, this comes from not only his up bringing but also because of his life in the military. He's always found it easier to keep people at arms length even though there are few that he has let close to him. Those are mostly his team, Ed and Alphonse as well as his best friend Hughes.
Introspect/Internal Landscape 🫀 : what emotion scares them the most? The emotion that Roy tends to fear most is love or any variation there of. The reason for this goes along with the keeping people at arms length. Loving someone is terrifying because he can not promise them protection from anyone who may want his loved ones harmed.
Personal/Deep/ Trauma adjacent 🩸 : what wound shaped them the most, even if they won't admit it? The wound isn't necessarily his, but rather the one he had inflicted on Riza per her request. After that and before joining the military Roy promised himself that he'd never harm someone simply because they asked him. He hated how he felt when inflicting the burns on Riza's back.
Sexuality/Intimacy 💞 : do they separate sex and feelings, or blur them dangerously? For the most part Roy does keep sex and feelings separated (verse dependent and based on if he's in a relationship or not) If he has a lover or partner the lines tend to blur, its harder for him to separate feelings from the act.
Morality/Choices ⚖️ : what line will they never cross? Roy absolutely hates taking out children. Ever since the Ishvalan war, he has made the mental promise to himself to NEVER harm children. 📜 : what promise do they regret making? Promising to not stir the pot so to speak before he was able to climb the military ladder. Had he not really worried too much and stirred things up from time to time he could have done more than he was able.
❛ Scoot over. I’m cold and you look cozy. ❜
Roy had taken a seat on the edge of the couch, leg crossed over the other as he leaned back with a book he’d been trying to get through. He had heard Ed come into the room and glanced up when the other stopped just in front of him. “I look cozy? You know just because I’m the flame alchemist doesn’t mean I’m made of fire” Roy couldn’t help the lame joke that was clearly meant as a tease, even as he did scoot over giving up his “warm” spot to the blond while being careful not to loose the page of the book he had been reading. “Come on, come warm up.”
SUGGESTIVE STARTERS
Sentence starters that are Suggestive. Change pronouns as you see fit.
❛ I like the way you say my name. Say it again. ❜ ❛ If I sit in your lap, will you finally pay attention to me? ❜ ❛ You smell really good… is that for me? ❜ ❛ I could listen to you talk forever… but I’d rather kiss you. ❜ ❛ Your hands are so warm… can you keep them on me a little longer? ❜ ❛ You blushing is my new favorite thing. ❜ ❛ Scoot over. I’m cold and you look cozy. ❜ ❛ Do you want to come inside… or should I make it more obvious? ❜ ❛ That dress is cute. Would be cuter on my floor. ❜ ❛ I wasn’t planning on staying the night, but you're making it hard to leave. ❜ ❛ I’d offer you a drink, but I’m already intoxicating enough. ❜ ❛ Are you always this bossy, or is it just when you're turned on? ❜ ❛ Your voice does things to me. Say anything. I don’t care what. ❜ ❛ Don’t give me that look unless you’re ready to deal with the consequences. ❜ ❛ You keep acting like I won’t pin you to the wall. ❜ ❛ What if I said I’m not wearing anything underneath this? ❜ ❛ That was a dangerous thing to whisper in my ear. Do it again. ❜ ❛ I could be good, if you asked me nicely. ❜ ❛ Stop biting your lip like that. You’re making it really hard to focus. ❜ ❛ If you keep teasing me, I might have to return the favor. ❜ ❛ I want your hands on me. Now. ❜ ❛ Are you going to kiss me, or just keep looking at my mouth? ❜ ❛ Lay back. Let me take care of everything. ❜ ❛ You sound so pretty when you say my name like that. ❜ ❛ Tell me where you want me. I’ll go there. ❜ ❛ I want to hear you. Don’t hold back. ❜ ❛ Do you always sound like that when you’re this close? ❜ ❛ Look at me when I touch you. ❜ ❛ I need to feel you, not just hear you. ❜ ❛ You taste better than I imagined. ❜ ❛ We’re just cuddling… unless you want it to be more. ❜ ❛ You keep inching closer. Should I be nervous? ❜ ❛ We probably shouldn’t be doing this right now… but I want to. ❜ ❛ I can hear your heartbeat from here. Are you nervous or excited? ❜ ❛ Tell me to stop and I will. But I really don’t want to. ❜ ❛ If you want me, say it. ❜ ❛ You’re really bad at pretending you don’t want me. ❜ ❛ One bed. One blanket. And you’re shaking. ❜ ❛ You’re still thinking about last night, aren’t you? ❜ ❛ You can either keep pretending you don’t want me, or you can come here. ❜ ❛ You’re mine tonight. Say it. ❜ ❛ No one else gets to see you like this. ❜ ❛ You make such pretty noises. Don’t hide them. ❜ ❛ Don’t tease me if you’re not going to follow through. ❜ ❛ I still haven't forgotten the mess you made of me last night. ❜ ❛ You won’t be able to walk straight if you keep testing me. ❜ ❛ Let me ruin your lipstick—and everything else. ❜ ❛ I want to leave bruises where only we can see them. ❜ ❛ Say my name like that again and I swear I’ll— ❜ ❛ You begged so sweetly last time… will you beg for me again? ❜

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❤️ Just Friends?
For Roy, I think that's what I do right?
Valentines Day meme ❤️ "just friends?" – muse a asks muse b to be their “fake date” for valentine’s, but things start to feel a little too real. @eternally-faithful-lieutenant
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"You want me to be your date?" The question came as a surprise to the colonel and the look on his face was as if he was dumb struck. Sure Roy cared deeply for Riza, she was like a sister to him wasn't she?
"Did something happen?" It wasn't like he hadn't heard her mention that he'd be a "fake" date but more that she would ask her commanding officer even if they had known each other for years.
ᝰ🚬 𝚉𝙰𝙲𝙷𝚁𝙿 .ᐟ SYMBOL HEADCANON QUESTIONS. CHANGE ANY PRONOUNS IF NECESSARY. SOME MATURE THEMES MAY BE PRESENT.
EVERYDAY LIFE / DOMESTIC
📋 : how organized is your muse?
✅ : what do they pretend to have together that they don't?
🕰️ : what time do they naturally wake up when no one needs them?
☕ : what's their morning ritual, and what happens when it's disrupted?
🧺 : how often do they do laundry?
🪞 : do they look at themselves in mirrors, or avoid them? why?
🍽️ : do they eat to survive, for pleasure, or as comfort?
🏠 : what part of their living space reflects them the most?
🌱 : do they keep plants, and are those plants alive?
🧼 : what's something they're weirdly particular about being clean?
📺 : what do they put on when they don't want to think?
SOCIALIZATION / CONNECTION
🗣️ : are they better one-on-one, or in groups?
📱 : do they text back immediately, or let messages rot?
🫥 : how often do they pretend to be fine to keep the peace?
🎭 : how different are they with strangers versus people they trust?
🤝 : do they make friends easily, or accidentally?
🧠 : what do they assume people think about them?
🌘 : how hard is it to really know them?
🎉 : do they enjoy social events, or endure them?
🪑 : are they the type to leave early without saying goodbye?
INTROSPECT / INTERNAL LANDSCAPE
🕵️♀️ : how often does your muse think about death?
🧩 : what part of themselves do they not understand yet?
🫀 : what emotion scares them the most?
👣 : do they believe they deserve good things?
🧱 : what walls are they aware of building? which ones are they not aware of?
🕳️ : what do they spiral about at night?
📉 : what's their most common self-criticism?
💀 : do they trust their own memories?
🌊 : what emotion do they drown in when they're alone?
PERSONAL / DEEP / TRAUMA-ADJACENT
🩸 : what wound shaped them the most, even if they won't admit it?
🔥 : what moment do they replay when they're ashamed?
🧷 : who failed them first?
🕯️ : what do they grieve that no one else sees as a loss?
🪤 : what pattern do they keep falling back into?
🧨 : what pushes them past the point of restraint?
🧬 : what did they inherit emotionally from their caregivers?
🕶 : what lie do they tell themselves to survive?
🩹 : what actually helps them heal, even if it's unhealthy?
HABITS / VICES / COPING
🚬 : what vice do they justify the most?
🍺 : do they drink to socialize, numb, or celebrate?
💊 : what's their relationship with substances, past or present?
🏃 : do they move their body to feel alive or to punish it?
🛏️ : how do they sleep when things are bad?
🎧 : what kind of music gets them through the worst days?
🖊️ : do they write things down or let thoughts rot in their head?
☔️ : do they intellectualize pain instead of feeling it?
🕳️ : what habit would unravel them if taken away?
SEXUALITY / INTIMACY
🫠 : is it easy for them to get turned on, or do they need emotional safety first?
💞 : do they separate sex and feelings, or blur them dangerously?
🛑 : what's an immediate turn-off for them?
🔥 : do they crave intensity or stability?
🤲 : do they like being in control, or giving it up?
🪶 : are they gentle with people they desire?
🍒 : how do they feel about their own body during intimacy?
🎱 : what do they need to feel wanted?
🔒 : do they guard intimacy, or give it too freely?
💔 : have they ever used sex to avoid something?
MORALITY / CHOICES
⚖️ : what line will they never cross?
🩶 : what line have they already crossed and justified? or regret?
🧭 : do they believe they're a good person?
🔪 : what would they do if survival demanded cruelty?
🪙 : what do they value more, loyalty or truth?
🚪 : who would they abandon if forced to choose?
🕊️ : do they believe in forgiveness? for themselves? in others?
🧨 : what would make them snap permanently?
📜 : what promise do they regret making?
🪦 : what hill would they die on?
He was still moving. It wasn't much, but it was something. It meant he was still alive. Havoc would just have to hold onto that much for now and beg the universe that it would be enough for Roy to keep holding on until he was safe. He'd been hoping the colonel would have enough strength to hold onto his shoulders at least a little so that Havoc could physically support him more easily, but he seemed so damn weak!
Taking a sharp breath to keep manageably calm, he slipped a muscular arm under Roy's legs and wrapped the other behind his shoulders to lift him from where he'd fallen, careful not to injure him further but well aware there was no way to do this painlessly. A voice in the back of his mind that he couldn't place vaguely remembered someone once telling him that dead weight always felt heavier, and he'd never thought much of it until tonight. He shifted his grip on Roy's body to keep him held tight to his chest and as balanced as he could manage.
"It's not far to the car." His voice was low and determined, though he wasn't sure which of them he was trying to reassure. "Stay with me until we're at the hospital, Colonel. You're not dying on me, you got that?" He wasn't going to let him.
There was a delicate balance between half-running and carrying a badly injured man all the way to the car, but his adrenaline almost made it easy. Just a few more steps and they'd be at the parking lot, just another minute and they'd be at the car. Short-term milestones made it seem manageable, like it was a short enough period of time for them not to have to worry about how much more Roy had in him.
It didn't matter if laying Roy out in the back seat meant scrubbing the blood off later. And he didn't think twice about passing the speed limit to save precious minutes or driving right up to the emergency room door with his keys still in the ignition when he carried Roy inside. Just one look at him was enough to have nurses running for a stretcher, rushing him out of the entrance and into an urgent examination. Questions were barked at Havoc that he couldn't answer, but in the end, they left him alone to wait while they determined what treatment Roy needed to pull though.
From the moment Havoc had lifted him up until he had been brought into the hospital room, bright lights all around him, people shouting things he couldn't comprehend, things had been a blur. Nurses and doctors rushing all around him hooking him up to different machines and starting iv drips after they'd had to cut his uniform away from his body.
It wasn't long before once again the darkness of unconsciousness took hold. Even though his breathing was now even, it was quite shallow. Doctors and nurses both had hooked him up to all kinds of tubes and machines, even putting him on a breathing machine until they could get him far more stable than he currently was. While it was clear that Havoc genuinely had not a clue as to how the colonel had ended up that way, the nurse still had to ask.
A couple days had passed, Roy's dark eyes slowly opened. The only light in the room coming from above him as the sun had set. His whole body ached but not as much as it had that night. Glancing around it took him a moment to realize where he was, looking to himself he noticed a number of bandages as well as an iv bag hanging up above him with a line connected to his forearm just below his elbow. Sometime while he was out, the breathing tubes had been removed leaving just the nasal oxygen line in his nose.
He was about to carefully shift when he had noticed something warm on his right hand. Roy looked over to his right arm and down to his hand seeing the sandy blond ruffled hair.
What's my reputation? What do you think when you see my URL?
His breathing was shallow now, adrenaline wearing off was sending waves of pain through his body. The voice beside him now louder was still muffled and he could barely make out the words. As Havoc placed his fingers against Roy’s neck they felt warm, far warmer than they should have. Roy was trying desperately to refocus his eyes when he caught sight of the sandy dirty blond hair. “H-havoc?…really you…?”
Roy’s voice was raspy and barely above a whisper but it was clear even though there seemed to be concern in the other’s voice, whoever had done this had obviously used the faces of people he knew. And it was clear he wasn’t certain the one kneeling next to him was really Havoc or not. He had started to cough, deep and wet sounding, once the fit had subsided Roy let out a groan clearly in pain as he clenched his eyes closed.
"Shit..." he cursed under his breath, jaw clenching tight at the sound of Roy's wet cough. What if there was internal bleeding? They had to get him to a hospital now.
Turning from Roy, he shouted over his shoulder, "Hey! Hey, we need some help over here!" He wasn't sure if anyone was there to hear, but at the very least they had to get Roy to a car. There was no time to call an ambulance; it'd take to long to get here.
No one answered. Havoc closed his eyes and took a deep, steadying breath. Alright, if no one was coming, he'd just have to do it himself. He grabbed Roy's arm and draped his over his shoulders. "C'mon, we're getting you out of here. Can you hold onto me? I'm gonna pick you up and take you to the car." There was no chance of Roy being able to walk that far, even with Havoc supporting him. He looked like he could barely even sit up or breathe.
His body felt heavy, oh so heavy that when Havoc moved him and pulled his arm around his shoulders Roy let out a small pained groan. Barely hearing the other Roy could only assume he was actually being taken care of and helped. It was clear that this version of Havoc was actually there to help him by any means necessary.
Weakly he gripped at Havoc’s shoulders but at least attempting. Meaning there was still fight left in him. After all he had far too much work left to do before he could allow some foul creature named after sins to take him out. Letting his head rest against Havoc’s shoulder was a subtle sign of agreement to being carried. A silent “do anything you can to save me.” Even as pain coursed through his whole being.

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Roy smirked a bit as he moved closer coming from the doorway to crouch beside her. Placing a hand on her shoulder Roy offered an affectionate smile. "You're not the only one who felt the agonizing thrill. Didn't think they'd be able to extinguish my flames so quickly." He let out a quick sigh before he too turned to rest his back against the wall beside her.
Her gaze followed his every move as he approached, watching to ensure he was as well as he made himself out to be. No visible injuries. No limp. No blood staining his uniform. She breathed a sigh of relief as he knelt down before her and her eyes warmed as his hand rested on her shoulder. His smile brought a warmth over her and she allowed a small smile to cross her lips as well. With him safely at her side, the adrenaline was finally leveling out and Riza allowed herself to finally rest. "It was definitely something I didn't think we would need to account for... I'll make sure it's included in the report, for future reference in case there are any stragglers of the group that weren't involved today..." She notes aloud as she allowed one of her hands to rest on the ground side his. "Everyone else is fine as well?"
Letting his head rest against the wall beside her, Roy gave a nod. “They are, and currently rounding up survivors.” However while the rest of the team worked, Roy knew easing her worries would be only something he could do. Of course he was certain they all knew how deadly things could have become. “I agree, that’s best it goes into the report. Though it felt almost like they had expected us, expected me to show.”
He shrugged some before letting himself relax. “I can’t put my finger on it, but there could be one on the inside so to speak.”
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It wasn't like Roy had always gone out looking for a fight or had a fight looking for him at every turn. However with things behind public eye ramping up between the military and the humonculi, it was only a matter of time before something happened to any one of them. He'd made it to the gates of the military residence hall before slumping down, the pain growing unbearable, sure he'd done what he could to stop any major bleeding but he couldn't mend the broken bones or heal the bruises with his flames. Dark eyes barely opened glanced over, head lulled to the side as if he'd been resting on his own shoulder. Foot steps sounded like they were rushing over, someone calling his title and his name but it sounded faint.
It had been a quiet evening, just a few drinks with Breda at their favorite dive bar before they'd separated for the night. Though the two of them normally walked back to the dorms together, tonight Havoc just wanted to hang back a little and enjoy the cool night air over a cigarette, so he let his friend go ahead without him so that he could linger for a bit then take his time getting back.
It was late when he arrived back at the front gate, only his measured footsteps breaking the silence. Everyone else must have already gone to bed since he didn't see anyone. At least until he saw the fallen shape of a man in the shadows. Havoc's blood ran cold, but he didn't waste a second rushing over to their side to see who it was and what had happened to them, but even from a distance, he could clearly see they were badly injured. "Hey! You alright?" he called as he ran over, cigarette dropping from between his lips.
When he was close enough to see their face, however, his heart stopped. "Colonel Mustang! What the- What happened?" Havoc dropped down by his side, his face pale as wide blue eyes searched every inch of his body for injuries. There was so much blood, and the colonel looked severely weakened from either blood loss or some kind of a heavy beating he'd taken. Despite the way his heart slammed incessantly against his rib cage and his thoughts were a jumble of potential causes and what ifs, he had to keep calm and under control if he wanted to help.
Steeling himself, Havoc reached out and pressed two fingers to the side of Roy's neck to check his heartbeat. Good, he was still alive. A small comfort in the face of what could be life-threatening injuries, but it was a start. "Hey, Colonel." He tapped his cheek lightly to try to get his attention. "We gotta get you to a hospital. What happened? Did someone stab you?"
He'd seen Roy in dangerous situations before, and his commanding officer had always been able to pull through, which made this even more concerning. What had it taken for someone to get the best of him? Was it targeted or random? Havoc knew Roy was smart, strong, and calculating and would never put himself in unnecessary danger, but had he even been aware of his attacker? Would they come back for him if they found out they hadn't finished him off?
His breathing was shallow now, adrenaline wearing off was sending waves of pain through his body. The voice beside him now louder was still muffled and he could barely make out the words. As Havoc placed his fingers against Roy’s neck they felt warm, far warmer than they should have. Roy was trying desperately to refocus his eyes when he caught sight of the sandy dirty blond hair. “H-havoc?…really you…?”
Roy’s voice was raspy and barely above a whisper but it was clear even though there seemed to be concern in the other’s voice, whoever had done this had obviously used the faces of people he knew. And it was clear he wasn’t certain the one kneeling next to him was really Havoc or not. He had started to cough, deep and wet sounding, once the fit had subsided Roy let out a groan clearly in pain as he clenched his eyes closed.