#sgtbrosh

[canisfuria]

(( @sgtbrosh :’) ♥ ))

[shortemprd]

           “SO YOU HAVE TO follow me around anywhere I go?” // @sgtbrosh

[scentedbygunpowder]

“Can someone…Explain what I’m seeing here?” ”

@sgtbrosh​

“What you’re seeing here is the result of a group of slackers who don’t do their paperwork, and now will have to stay in the office all night to do it.”

“I take one week off to take care of some business and this is what I come back to--paper airplanes everywhere.”

[cromwellharvests-a]

@sgtbrosh​ replied: [ WAAAHHHH SHE COOKS FOR THE BARRACKS AND DORMS............Please Sir Let Me In Let Me Help ]

“ Oh! would y' mind, Sergeant? I’ve got most’a this under control,” this being a triad of sizzling or simmering pans, perfuming the air with a scent that’s attracted the usual crowd and then some. the heat is such that she’s rolled her sleeves as far up as they can go, but she looks to be glowing, regardless— in her element, as it were, “ but I need t’ have those leeks jus’ there finely chopped, t’ get them browning an’ stirred in with th’ ragù. if y’ wanted t’ work on that, I’d be more grateful than anythin’. ”

[beckywiththegoodaim]

“Can someone…Explain what I’m seeing here?” @sgtbrosh​

Rebecca follows his gaze across the green to Mustang's team. The men are wearing cheerleading outfits, scowling and tugging at their skirts; Riza stands nearby, in uniform, holding a megaphone. Rebecca smirks.

"They lost a bet. You should stay for the show."

[avarice-inclined]

"These kids'll find amusement outta anything, won't they? They're over there jus' fuckin' makin' weird faces at each other an' ranking how funny they are."

[must-hate-dogs]

Sgt. Brosh @sgtbrosh​

Denny salutes them fearfully.

“Right my bad, sir! You’re just watching it happen. Is this why someone requested me? To get the bat out?”

"... think you can do it? If you're scared of bats, say so now. Be honest." Breda's gaze drifts towards Black Hayate, curiously nosing around the base of the, uh, bat cage. "No shame. Everyone's got phobias."

[kindhughes]

"Lieutenant Colonel Hughes, Sir! The billing department wouldn't file the damage report because they couldn't tell if the code was written as an 'S' or a '5', but they took it anyway and. Uh. Shredded it. Do we have to go through all that paperwork /again/? ...Sir?"

oh, brosh | @sgtbrosh

well.  he hates that.  “. . . brosh, why must you hurt me this way.”  maes says in a low voice, pinching the bridge of his nose.  “yes.  it’s important  --  imperative that you do.  it was a 5.  make sure they KNOW that this time.” 

[encyclopedichead]

❝ You’re going to think I’m an idiot when I say this, but I didn’t like the way my… shadow moved. ❞

Magnus Starters MAG 021-025 // Still Accepting

“To be quite frank with you, I truly wish I thought you were an idiot for saying that, Sergeant,” Falman sighed heavily, but the breath did little to ease the tension gathered in his shoulders. Not that his rigid shoulders were the only hint of his anxiety. Furled brow and a deep frown etched into his mouth spoke plenty about the depth of his worry, not to mention the bags beginning to gather beneath his stern eyes. Here among friends, or at the very least allies, his poker face could slip.

Or so he hoped.

Pacing across the room to check the street below, he watched the lampposts outside splashing light onto the cobbles. More specifically, he watched the edges of each pool. So far, so still. While it did little to ease his mind, at least there was no immediate danger.

“I’ve seen it too. Hoped it was my imagination, some lack of sleep, but that is looking ever less likely. A fact that makes me... deeply unhappy.”

[theburiedbookworm]

👐!!

Send 👐 to catch my muse @sgtbrosh

Sheska wasn’t the most graceful of people, that she knew. She had a tendency to trip while standing still, somehow, and physical activity was never a strength of hers. Combine that with a straight cut skirt, low heels, and a stack of books and, well she was just asking for trouble. Especially considering that these books needed to put shelved up high, and that meant climbing up the ladder.

She did well at first. She took the stack of books up the ladder with her, somehow mysteriously good at balancing the stack of books, but the problem came in when one of the books she needed to shelve was just a bit of a stretch away. She thought she could reach it. She thought she’d be alright.

She was wrong.

She felt herself loosing her balance, and tried to regain it. But she had tipped just a hair too far, and instead overbalanced. She let out a cry. Flailing arms reached for the ladder, and one managed to hook around the side, but her feet slipped off the rung, and she swung out, barely hanging onto the ladder with one arm. All that arm did was momentarily pause her decent, though, as she couldn’t hold on with it, and she continued falling.

She wasn’t that far from the floor, really, but it was far enough to fall, and she was pretty sure it was going to hurt. There was nothing she could do to save herself, and brace for the inevitable collision with the floor. But instead of that, she felt a pair of arms come around her and a body keeping hers from colliding with the floor. It was unexpected and made her gasp in shock.

For a moment, all she did was stare in surprise, until she turned her head to see who had caught her. “S-sergeant Brosh! I--Thank you! You caught me! Thank you!”

[loyalestdoginthemilitary]

"Oh, hey, there. Aren't you Lieutenant Hawkeye's dog? Haha, what are you doing all the way by my post?"

@sgtbrosh

Hayate let out a short bark when he heard Mistress’s name. Did this man know Mistress? Was he a Friend of the Pack then? Hayate moved a little closer to him and sniffed. He smelled like The Major and under that he smelled like Kids. Oh! Did this man know The Major? The Major was a friend of the Pack! Maybe that meant that this man was a friend of the Pack too!

Hayate took a moment to paw at the man’s leg, hoping for a scratch. He had with him a small Bag on, that Mistress had slipped some of The Papers That Hayate Was Not Allowed To Play With in and told him to take them to The Major. Maybe this man would know where The Major was? Hayate hadn’t made it to The Major’s Office yet, but that was okay. A small stop for pets would be fine, wouldn’t it?

[canisfuria]

(( pictured here: @sgtbrosh winning an argument ))

[ishvalanfaithful]

bandage - [ patch them up when they get hurt. ]

It didn’t feel that bad. A bit dirty, but nothing to worry about. It was just a scrape, yet this soldier seemed to rush over to help her as soon as he saw her trip.

“It’s okay really,” she told him as he worked on bandaging her elbow.

She subconsciously started checking her wig, making sure no white hairs had slipped out. For her, that was the bigger concern. She had already put her glasses back on. No cracks in the lens. That was good.

“Sorry for causing you any trouble.”

[scentedbygunpowder]

@sgtbrosh 

we all know riza would smoke us ALL

@ishvalanfaithful 

Oh man, if I wasn't currently working on a pic of my OC Rin, I'd totally draw that Riza for ya.

@dolcetters 

// riza doesn't just lift, she throws

(( Y’all. 

Y’all got me laughing!

 It’s like:

This Just In: People Agree, Riza Hawkeye is a Buff Babe

and lol, it’s not what I expected at all

but I’m definitely happy to see it! ;)

[brazencord]

• { ℳ.ℛ. }  •  – @sgtbrosh​​ ( cont’d from x )

                [ She’d even paused mid-step to let him walk in front of her, for easier access to the back of his head. Although other than that, Maria’s trying not to let her mood get the best of their shift. Sergeant Brosh has an annoyingly accurate eye for people: how they’re feeling, what they’re up to, why they’re acting the way that they are. He’s a social butterfly, he’s a gossip... and he looks out for his own; she knows he’s only trying to cheer her up. In his own way.

                But that doesn’t mean his prepubescent sense of humor is going to warrant a laugh. With a sigh, Maria merely rubs her temple to assuage her headache: the one pulsing behind her eyes, as well as the one standing next to her. ] 

          ❝ Very clever, Sergeant Brosh. ❞

                [ Alright, so maybe her tone comes out a little dryer than she’d intended, and harsher than he’d deserved. Following a short, awkward pause, she clears her throat and tries again: ]

            ❝ ... Almost as clever as the one about the pirate, who wanted to know how                  much it’d cost to get his ears pierced. ❞

  [ And under her breath, turning away from the man, half hoping that he wouldn’t hear her: ]

               ❝ About a buck an ear... ❞

[beckywiththegoodaim]

Sgt. Brosh

@sgtbrosh​

Dingalings?

Just who is this lady?

“Yeah…I’ll keep that in mind next time I go out for drinks with the lieutenant.” He gives her a little laugh, face reading exactly how improbable that situation is. “Buuuut seems like you’re talking from experience. How do you know Lieutenant Hawkeye?”

Rebecca laughs and throws an arm around her new friend's shoulder. Across the way, Fuery, the obvious choice for flyer, is pleading for his life as his teammates try and learn the proper formation for a basket toss. Riza shows no mercy.

"Oh, we go waaaay back! We were roommates at the academy. I told her that very first day at lunch, 'we're gonna be friends, whether you like it or not!' Haha! ...she came around eventually."