Colonel Roy Mustang
~The Flame Alchemist~
There is no such thing as perfection...
The light in the Colonel's room was dim; however, just bright enough to be able to read. He preferred it this way at night, it helped him relax. He was reading some old files on various completed missions, making sure all things were documented. Organization was priority if one wanted success; he was always successful. Lt. Hawkeye had just left the room to speak with another officer; she would be back in soon.
Soon he heard a knock on the door, followed by a voice that was not Hawkeye's. Before he could answer, the knocks became bangs, the voice changing to a shout. "Yes, yes come in; no need for all this noise!" Seeing Anelia's face was a surprise, she was usually relaxed, but judging by the look on her face, it was evident something was on her mind. "Um, yes... take a seat. What can I help you with?" he said, brightening the room with a snap.
...this world itself is imperfect.