#theltcolonel

@burningflamesofhell (X)

Standing there not far from the Lieutenant Colonel with hands in his pockets Roy could only watch with a sigh as Edward took out the pack of cigarettes lighting one with the zippo that Havoc had given him. Even if Roy commented on it, it was obvious that Ed was going to do the exact opposite as he was instructed. “Still beating yourself up huh? It’s been how long now?” Another sighed as he moved closer hands still in his pockets even as the black jacket flowed out behind him as he moved. The worst part over the years was watching Edward go from the spontaneous kid to the self loathing adult who somehow made it to a rank not far from his own. Standing closer now than he had earlier Roy looked up towards the cloud filled sky. “What’s on your mind Fullmetal?” He asked with a curious tone to his voice.

Pulling in another deep drag, the Lt. Colonel would speak as the smoke slowly drifted from his lips. “Nine years... but who’s countin’?” he shrugged. “And what the hell do you think?” Ed would beat himself until the day he died. He let down the only person in this world that he swore never to. That’s actually how he had managed to actually get himself promoted, he got results... at the expense of himself most times... because he really didn’t care what happened to himself at the end of the day. He would beat himself up every damn day and never think it was enough.

That’s One Disgustingly Sweet Ship Meme // Accepting

His brows furrowed deep, this wasn’t up for debate. “I can’t take you with me Nikki,” he replied, golden eyes resolute. “This is an assignment, not somethin’ I’m doin’ just because. If you get caught it’s my ass...”

Ed was regretting telling her that he was being sent out to help out the forces at he Southern border. Aerugo had thought it was a boring month or something and had started attacking the patrols. Southern Command’s forces were getting spread too thin trying to keep up with them all and had asked for help from Central. 

That had earned many in Central a re-assignment to Southern Command, the Lt. Colonel being one of them. He didn’t like it any more than she did, but it was an order and he had little choice... but where he used to welcome the chance that he might actually find someone with enough skill to kill him... now he was actually finding himself not wanting to find himself in a situation like that. 

Send “😈“  to meet a corrupted version of my muse.

Say hello to the Lt. Colonel ;)

He’s outside, staring into the heavens knew were. There’s that look in his eyes... the look that killers get. He’s a killer now too isn’t he? He killed Alphonse, it was his fault... everything that they had gone through to get their bodies back... only for it to be for nothing... Who gave a damn if he became like the other dogs of the military now? Who cared about his lofty ideals? They were the things of childhood fancy and foolish nonsense. He knew that now...

He’d run away to the Academy, run away back to the military. Hell, he still maintained the name Fullmetal... but then, why give it up? It seemed like a fitting punishment to keep now for all those years the name really had fit Alphonse better because of his own mistakes.

What the hell did any of it matter now? He could point a gun at someone and not flinch like he used to... and had. Even pulled the trigger and prayed that the person on the other side would too, taking him out of this world so he wouldn’t do it himself. Not that he ever could. It was the one thing that he held on to... Alphonse would never forgive him if he took his own life, so Ed had become more reckless hoping someone else would do it for him. Too bad he had a superior survival instinct...

But he was a killer now too...

Reaching into his jacket pocket, he pulled out the pack of smokes and the lighter that Havoc had given him as a gift shortly after he’d graduated the Academy. Lighting a smoke, he took a long drag and that’s when he noticed Roy standing there...