Ah yes, Team Mustang. The hand-selected, elite group of military officers who effectively spend their time…
making paper airplanes out of official documents and throwing them around the room
counting the colonel’s love letters
hooking Havoc up on dates
dreaming of miniskirt armies
[whispers] sleeping on the job
drawing on official military documents
drawing on Mustang’s FACE
snapping candid photos of the colonel on break
getting so distracted by an order to observe Mustang that all other duties get neglected
getting distracted from THAT distraction to bicker about Havoc’s love life instead
making shadow puppets and telling ghost stories (On duty. Reminder: this is ON DUTY. The Amestrians are paying TAXES for this).
hijacking rich peoples’ cars at gunpoint
writing terrible song lyrics
bestowing a dog with a military ranking
ignoring reports on terrorism and kidnapping… to instead harangue Mustang about “having” a child
legitimately ditching work. since when does a base’s top-ranking officer need to be around?
Is… is that Mustang passed out in a bar? That’s Mustang passed out in a bar, isn’t it?
Okay. I mean. The excuse may have been false THIS time, but the fact it’s an ACCEPTABLE excuse brings its fair share of questions.
forming the Eastern Command Paranormal Investigations Squad
…….only to be collectively outsmarted by one (1) dog
Yeah. Sometimes it’s better not to know.