89 with Mustang!
I literally gasped when I saw what word was associated with this but…since you caused me pain, here it is…
89 - psychotic (Mustang)
“Mustang, hey,” Ed was pleading now, shoving precaution aside as he reached out his automail arm to try and bring the inconsolable man back to reality. “Whatever it is, we’ll fix it.”
Ed watches helplessly as Mustang runs white-knuckled hands through his hair, eyes widened and pointed down at the floor the two are kneeling on.
“Fullmetal.” When Roy speaks, his voice is low, dangerous. “They’re gone.”
Ed feels an icy horror settle into his stomach. “What do you mean, they’re gone?” He asks hesitantly.
Roy drags his gaze up to meet Edward’s, and when he sees the older man’s dark eyes, he has to consciously stop himself from reeling backwards. The look in those eyes is entirely too close to being described as psychotic.
“My team,” Roy’s voice sounds like it’s on the brink of breaking, and part of Edward breaks alongside it. This was his superior officer, Roy Mustang, The Flame Alchemist, one of the strongest men he knows, and he was breaking.
“My team is gone.”