Roy Mustang
"Lieutenant" Mustang was on one of the gunships descending toward the surface of Eldritch IV, a planet currently under the control of the Reign of Chaos. He was surprised to say the least when he had seen General Organa and the Special Operations leader, Bayonetta enter a gunship bound for the planet's surface. Important targets on planet surface, got it. As Mustang watched the gunship descend, he couldn't help an uneasiness in his gut from forming, as though this mission, the one to capture or destroy that special target or targets, would be a waste of time, or worse a trap.
"Lieutenant, Sir! Is everything alright?"
Roy sighed at that. It infuriated him to no end that despite his ranking and prestige back home, and his abilities, that he was ranked so lowly. The Amestrian was a Brigadier General back home, and at least wanted to be recognized for his abilities and actions. He finally could understand, in someway how that pip... How Edward felt when people called him short. To his relief, his fellow Alchemist didn't show up when someone called him short in their mind.
"Everything should be fine soldier. How long until we land?"
The pilot laughed, "We just touched down. Just making sure you're okay."
Roy climbed out of the ship quickly and looked ahead and saw the reason there had been so little anti-aircraft fire. Light and MC were already on the ground. His eyes snapped to a group of RoC soldiers attempting to regroup, and he let out a few snaps of his fingers, sending the soldiers either to an early grave, or running for cover as the fireballs engulfed their comrades.