Okay, so I know you might be going, "dosen't he already have a line of oneshots going, why is he making another?" I'm writing this because the other one, And So it Goes, is all in a solid universe. These are not. Really, I just found that It's a helluva lot of fun to write to predetermined themes, so I made this. These will probably be shorter.

These follow the American 9 principles of warfare

Objective

"All men are timid on entering any fight. Whether it is the first or the last fight, all of us are timid. Cowards are those who let their timidity get the better of their manhood."
- General George S. Patton Jr

Most people thought that the colonel had an issue with his paper work. Really, this was laughable. If he despised his paperwork, then why would he actively seek more? No, Colonel Mustang didn't hate paperwork at all. Paperwork meant getting noticed and getting noticed meant promotions.

So, one might ask, why did he have such a problem with getting it done? Well, the answer to that question was sitting in the desk in front of his. Her name was Riza Hawkeye. True, she was not beautiful, at least not by conventional means. Her eyes were not a beautiful light shade of green or blue, but instead a rather unpleasant shade of yellow brown. She didn't carry herself in a feminine way or wear a skirt, in its place opting for baggy pants and a sexless jacket. Where most women would spend their weekend in the market, she spent it at the range.

And he loved every bit of her.

Every time he saw her at the start of a new day he would take in her uniqueness and enjoy the stark contrast she offered to the women that he forced himself to go on dates with. He wanted her to be the one he took out to dinner, her to be the one he took home with him, for her to be the one he took into his bed…

But no, that wouldn't do. Not because of the State's frat laws. Really they were only in existence so that Generals could keep people's hands off their daughters, or granddaughters respectively. Clearly that wasn't a problem for Roy. Really, he just lacked the conviction. Riza had promised him that she would follow him, come hail or hellfire, but he still lacked the confidence that she wouldn't laugh at him and leave him when he confessed his feelings.

But why wasn't he confident? He was confident with all those other women, all the women that he didn't give a damn about, so why was it that when it came to the one woman who he did give a damn about, the one that he knew, or should at least know, would never leave him?

That's it, he thought to himself. This was it. He had one goal, one objective, and he would damn well follow through. Looking up, he turned to his Lieutenant. Just as he was about to say something, to act on his emotions, he remembered what he had to lose and chickened out once again, promising himself that he would still do it, but tomorrow.

Always tomorrow.

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