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Piers meets Captain Chris Redfield

When Piers heard that Chris, the legendary Chris Redfield, is coming to his academy the young sniper could not hold back his joy and anticipation. Chris Redfield, the man who has been through hell and has come back alive. No matter how many missions he's been through, he survives and helps in its success. Hell, he is the reason for its successes! His marksmanship is one of the best and he is one of the original 11 of the BSAA. He's an excellent leader- he's heard that Chris Redfield has become captain recently, and from what he's heard no man is ever left behind, no one is expendable and that knowledge makes Piers wants to meet the man himself. On top of that, he's the man who took down Wesker and saved Jill Valentine in the processes. Wesker, the world's greatest threat. How Piers wants to follow in the footsteps of Captain Redfield. Save the world from impending death. To have the adrenaline run through him. To literally have the world on one's shoulders. If Wesker wasn't stopped by the legendary Chris Redfield, no one would have been able to stop Wesker. The thought has a shiver run down Piers' spine.

Piers heard around the base that captain Redfield is looking for a sniper! Piers needs to show him what he's got! Though he likes the academy, he wants more in life. Piers wants to make a difference. He wants to work with Chris Redfield!

It was when Piers was picking up his favorite semi-automatic sniper rifle that he stops. It's the rustling next to him that has the young sniper halt in his movement and look over at the general direction of the noise. David, his roommate, is also moving around, and getting ready- placing his shemagh and slinging his sniper rifle over his shoulder. David is tying his boots when Piers notices that he's not the only one excited to meet Redfield. Feeling a frown tug at his lips at having competition, the Ace continues on his way. At least he would be there before David. Though Piers isn't the type to boost, he is glad that his sniping skills are beyond any of the soldiers in the academy.

Making his way towards the front of the building, Piers sees he's not the only one ready. Even the rookies are all lined up. The Ace briefly wonders if they are being forced to or if they are lining up just to be able to see Chris Redfield because they are sweating nervously and struggling to keep their cool. Piers lowers his gaze to the floor. They're ready to meet the legendary Chris Redfield, but who said he'll even come to greet them in person? Chris is a busy man, and he's coming to the academy, but he doesn't have to meet them face to face. He could just talk to the chief, and choose someone from the filing system. Piers curses at his last name for the first time. Why couldn't his last name start with an A! Was that too much to ask? No way is Chris reading all the files and choosing him...

The chief said to get ready in case Redfield decides to take a look at them, and have show their skills to him. This wasn't even certain. None of them might not even see Chris Redfield. Yet, Piers couldn't shake off the feeling of wanting to meet Chris- that he needs to meet him. But there was nothing he can do but wait and see if Chris will even spare them a glance. With how famous the man is, he doubts it. Wouldn't surprise him if he doesn't even breath the same air as them, probably always in a tuxedo when out of missions and every woman after him.

Piers wasn't sure what he was expecting when he was to be face to face with Chris Redfield- but feeling small, like a child, was not what he expected. The man is tall by nature, long legs, in which he took easy stride that took the chief two quicker steps to keep up with Redfield. Though his legs were long for a man, what really stood out were the man's broad chest and bulging biceps. Piers has seen him on television, and such, and he knows the man is big, but in person, it is nothing compared. They all look like toothpicks next to Chris, and weirdly enough that makes Piers sweat with excitement and anticipation. He wants to work with Chris even more now. Chris literally commands presences the moment he steps in, making every head turn and everyone wanting to stand up and talk to him. He's like a magnet that draws people near.

He's not wearing a tuxedo, but a simple shirt, with the BSAA logo, and gray pants that accentuate his long legs. Chris' hair is not the standard military style, like his- cut short especially on the sides- but in the contrary, it's unruly, especially his bangs, and all over the place, as if the man didn't touch it since he woke this morning. Piers swears he sees blonde highlights when the sun streaming through the window hits his hair the right way, making some hair strands shine a blonde- mixing with the other brown strands that lay on his head like long slinky waves. Piers wonders if Chris colors his hair, but judging by the rest of his carefree appearance, he can guess not. He has stubble on his face that might need to be trimmed down or else in a few days it can be called a beard. He has light blue eyes, which are warm and gentle for a man that big and gruff looking.

"Good morning boys!" The chief greats, Chris standing behind the shorter man with a neutral face. "This is Christopher Redfield."

Piers along with the other soldiers salute in unison- bringing their right hand up to their foreheads to then proceed to lower it down with the same speed and power. The Ace doesn't miss the small smile that grazes Chris' lips for a second, and the longing look that takes his blue eyes, like if he's remembering a fond memory, and to be honest Piers isn't sure what to make of it.

"The captain of Alpha Team, BSAA North American branch, Christopher Redfield has come to recruit a sniper." The chief informs as if they weren't already informed that morning. Reason why they were already dressed and ready.

It's Chris' voice that has the chief glance back at said man, and shiver run down Piers' back. "Just Chris." The BSAA agent tries to correct.

The chief nods. "Christopher Redfield has honored me by coming to this very academy to pick one of my students. It is with great …"

As the chief continues to ramble on Piers glances at the BSAA agent. He didn't miss the way Chris rolled his eyes when the Chief once again called him by his full name. Chris looks about ready to leave if Piers has to be honest. He looks tired and sleepy. If not mistaken Chris was on a mission overseas before coming here. He must have been sent straight here and is suffering from sleep deprivation and maybe even jet lag. His chiefs rambling probably isn't making it any better Piers muse to himself.

David happens to enter at the moment, late. Piers can't help but roll his eyes at his roommate. This isn't the first time nor the last time he is going to be late it seems. A smirk comes over the Ace's lips when he sees the chief aim killing daggers at his roommate. David salutes quickly before he's standing still in line, looking very nervous.

Chris chuckles, which makes the chief glance at him before he too starts to laugh, though his laugh starts slowly as if testing his own laugh.

David sweats heavily but he stays still. From the way the chief relaxes Piers can easily see David is already officially off the hook. Piers grumbles under his breath as he rolls his eyes again. Beyond annoyed now. But he takes a deep breath and cools himself off.

"Reminds me of myself." Chris comments while looking over at the late soldier, his large arms still folded over his impressive chest. "What's your name?" He asks in his baritone voice.

"David Ned, sir." The young soldier responds curtly, his eyes now bright since Chris just directed a word towards him.

Chris offers him another smile before the chief continues to speak, a little less rigid.

The fact that the legendary Chris Redfield spoke to David, the irresponsible, late, and messy roommate eats at Piers' insides! The Ace is surprise of his thoughts and feelings, not one to feel this way easily, but with the legendary Chris standing right there, everything turns his screw tight. Piers can feel jealousy easily take over him. He is the best sniper here, he's organized, on point and responsible, and yet he doesn't get acknowledged at all by Chris. Now there is no doubt in Piers' mind that if the legendary Chris Redfield will choose someone to be his sniper, then it won't be him. Chris confessed that David reminds him of himself! Plus, David was able to introduce himself to Chris. Piers' face will forever be lost with the others here, even though he works twice as hard and was born with the skills. Even though he wants this and wants to become more, Piers can't help but think how disappointed his father will be if Chris chooses David over him. And it will be because David was able to make himself known. Great!

"Ok, go ahead and head to the shooting range." The chief says with a small wave of his hand. Though it is too early to be in the fields practicing, Piers knows chief wants to show Redfield that his 'boys' are the best and are 'always' practicing and doing something productive. True, but not true. They do go to the fields and are serious when on it, but when off the field, they goof off and have fun.

With another salute, Piers and the rest of the soldiers leave the place in order. The moment they are out of the building Piers can hear David talking to the others members- excited that Chris Redfield spoke to him. Piers can't help but roll his eyes. Not wanting to start a fight on the most important day for the chief, and lowering his chances even more, Piers takes deep breaths and decides not to talk to David. So with his rifle in hand, he heads towards the shooting range where they are to be anyways and starts to shoot his targets.

He doesn't pay attention to anything around him as he shoots. Once he gets angry sometimes he can get impulsive and regret what he does afterward. It is something he is working on, but he has yet to fully control. At least it has yet to get him in real trouble. Just a few warnings and such, but it has never gotten him in direct confrontation with his superiors, just the stupid students in the academy. Compared to some of the other soldiers in the academy, his occasional anger is passable.

Piers is so into his shooting that he doesn't hear his name being called until the third time. Placing down his gun, the young Ace glances back, his hazel eyes landing on David who is waving his arm in the air to try to get his attention even though Piers' back was facing him. There are two other students next to David who tell him something Piers cannot make out because of how far they are before they walk away together towards the entrance of the main building.

"Hey, it's lunch time. Let's go." He calls out towards the other student, making Piers conclude that's where the other students wandered off to.

With a deep breath, Piers picks up his rifle and stands up from his crouched position. Slinging the gun on his back, and holding onto the strap, Piers joins David as they make their way towards the cafeteria.

"Dude, put away your rifle. You're not planning on shooting us while we eat, are you?" David asks the young Ace jokingly as he nudges him to the side with his hand. Piers holds back an eye roll as he smirks at the younger soldier. Play it cool Nivans. In the bright side, if Chris does choose David, he won't be his roommate anymore.

"Of course not." Piers answers while fixing the strap of his gun. "I'll meet you there?"

"Yeah," David says, while moving into a light jog towards the cafeteria.

Piers watches David jog away before he shakes his head and starts on his way towards his dorm rooms. He likes David, but at times, he feels the boy plays around too much. He doesn't take anything seriously, and that can sometimes get into Piers' nerves. He grew up in a military home, where he was taught to be respectful, dutiful, and overall serious when the time comes. He knows when to have fun, but he also knows when the fun needs to stop.

Piers steps into the dorm building, the cold air conditioning hitting his face like a blanket of cold snow. It immediately makes his hot sweaty skin tingle with pleasure. Piers didn't notice how hot he was until he stepped into the building. But now that he thinks about it, he's been outside since this morning, and it's midday now. Even though there is a small cover that helps provide shade the heat is enough to still make him sweat and feel extremely hot.

It's the heavy snore that has the young Ace stop in the middle of his destination towards his shared room. If Piers didn't know better he would have yelled bear! The snore is loud and almost too deep. Piers half expected everyone to be at lunch, so hearing someone asleep at this time was very uncommon. Feeling safer with his rifle in hand, the Ace makes his way towards the source of the noise. The snore seeming to come from the lounge room.

The door is slightly ajar, so the Ace has no trouble opening it quietly. Piers was not expecting to see Chris Redfield. The man laying down on his back, eyes closed, eyelashes brushing his upper cheek, his arm draped down to the floor- the other loosely holding a stack of paper against his stomach as his chest heaves up and down with every breath he takes. Chris Redfield is sleeping.

Piers bites his bottom lip, contemplating if to wake the man, but he decides against it. Eyeing the few papers that fell on the floor next to Chris' hand, Piers decides to pick them up and leave the BSAA captain to sleep like the hibernating bear he currently looks like.

Stepping closer, he grabs the papers and notices it is the students of the academy files. He's not sure if too excited that Chris is looking through their files or a bit bothered that the man fell asleep while doing so and in the process let them fall onto the floor. Kneeling down and picking them up one by one, Piers collects them into a pile before he taps the edge on the floor to be able to align them.

It's when he's straightening up that hazel eyes meet blue. Piers almost fall back onto his ass when his brain fully analyze that Chris is awake and looking at him. "I- um." Piers stutters, feelings cheeks glow red from having been caught picking up the papers, considering the files is not to be seen by the soldiers in the academy since it has personal information- so Piers knows that he can get in trouble for this. Though he was not trying to see the information on the papers, just picking them up since he knows they are important.

Chris shakes his head. "It's fine." The BSAA captain sits up slowly, though stiffly and accepts the papers Piers hands to him with an approved nod.

"I didn't read anything sir," Piers says quickly, but honestly. "I was merely trying to pick them off the floor. Wouldn't want to lose any of the files nor dirty them." Piers adds, informing the captain why he had touched the papers.

"It's fine…" If only he would keep his papers organized and clean, Chris can't help but think. Chris looks up at Piers, and turns his head, his blue eyes squinting slightly as he takes in Piers' profile. "You're…?" Chris presses his lips together as he tries to recall a name Piers did not give to Chris.

"Piers." Piers finds himself automatically answering without a second thought. There is something about the captain sitting in front of him that has Piers bend to his command. Not that Piers has ever had a problem with his commanding officer. Chris' voice is low, and commands attention, yet there is a soft undertone as if he would never hurt a fly. Piers finds himself drawn to Chris, as a person, and the man he really admires. "Piers Nivans." Piers greets himself with a small smile on his normally pouty lips.

"So that's your name," Chris says with a small chuckle that has Piers flush slightly. He's not sure what Chris is talking about, but at least Chris seems like he's going to explain. "I saw you shooting. At the range while I was talking to the chief." Chris states.

Piers looks round the room, "Where is he?" Piers asks the BSAA captain, referring to the man in charge of the academy, his eyes returning to Chris.

"Went to get something to eat. He told me to look over these papers." Chris says while moving the stack of papers in a swaying motion before placing them back on his lap with a heavy sigh.

Piers can't help but bite his bottom lip and watch a man who looks so out of place in a room like this one. Each time Piers sees the man he's on the news, fully geared and outside, ready to fight, but sitting on the couch like this, sleeping, it's odd for Piers. He know's it's stupid to think that Chris Redfield does not sleep, or eat or have human needs, but when he saw him sleeping, he didn't see a legend, he saw a man who is tired, tearing at the seams and lost… A part of him wanted to reach out to Chris, and maybe take that weight he seems to carry even when he sleeps.

"Piers?"Chris says the name as if tasting it before he looks down at the papers in hand. "You looked like a James to me." He says with a small chuckle, which has Piers furrow his brow. "I was looking for your file, by picture," Chris says, smacking the papers with the back of his fingers. "After the chief went ahead for lunch, I saw you practicing, so I thought I could find your file in here… somewhere." He adds with a smile and rubbing the back of his neck. "You struck me as a James, so I kinda started with that. But Piers suits you much better," Chris adds quickly while looking up and meeting hazel curious eyes.

Piers finds it highly amusing that Chris would think of a name for someone he did not know. It's the rumbling of Chris' stomach that has his question veer elsewhere. "You're not hungry?" Piers asks with a suspicious tone but keeping his voice standard as to not show any form of disrespect. A man that big and with that built must put away the calories easily.

Chris yawns, tears forming at the edge of his eyes, and that answers the question Piers had. But Chris still supplies his answer regardless. "Needed to lie down. I swear I was going to fall over under that sun." Chris whispers the last part, "Not hotter than Africa, but being exhausted can sure bite you in the ass."

Though it was said to himself, Piers heard every word, and a small smile forms on his lips. "If you don't mind me helping." Piers waits for Chris to give him the go, and it comes with a small smile and a nod of his head. "It's sorted alphabetically by, last name," Piers informs while gesturing to the stack of papers in Chris' hand. "So you might want to start with 'N'- for Nivans." There is a small hint of teasing in Piers' voice, in which Piers hopes is not too unprofessional.

Chris looks down at the stacks of papers in his hands and flipping through it quickly he finds Piers' name in record time. Much faster than not knowing his name and going solely by picture or even worse, sleeping.

"I was impressed by your skills, but by the time I saw you, Chief had left me with the papers to look over and pick one of you to recruit… I maybe could have looked for him and asked for your name, but I just wanted to sit down." Chris mumbles the last part. He's exhausted, being on three-hour flight, and before that on a mission. Does the BSAA believe he doesn't need to sleep or at least rest or were they counting the plane ride as rest? If it weren't because the BSAA already made plans to visit the academy this day, and wanted Chris to specifically go to recruit new members, since he's some kind of 'star' in the BSAA, Chris would have left it for another day, hell, another week. But the BSAA persisted that he visited, so here he is. And if he has to be honest, he wasn't impressed. None of the snipers caught his attention. As the casualty mount, he needs someone who can hold their own, and just needs to hound their skills and get better. Chris thought it was going to be a wasted trip, until he spotted the young Ace, Piers, Chris corrects himself, as he walked towards the lounge room with a stack of people with pictures of the student faces attached to their files, he was to check over. The concentration, the aim, the precision, was all in tack.

All Chris had to go on was the face, the structure of it. The young boy has wider facial features than he has, broad nose and plump lips. His eyes are bright, young, and he has arched eyebrows. Every detail was engraved in his head before he was moving once again towards the lounge room. Chris never expected to wake to the same sniper he was trying to recruit by trying to match a face to a picture.

Piers smiles as he sits his rifle down. "So…, that means...?"

"You can start calling me captain from tomorrow on," Chris says while standing up and saluting Piers.

Piers' feel the heat rush to his face, excitement running through his veins as he also salutes Chris back. "Yes, captain. I mean-" Piers curses himself for calling Chris by that title when he is yet his captain! And Chris said' starting tomorrow.

A chuckle is heard, and that has Piers look up and meet with blue kind eyes. "I'll take that as a yes."

"Yes?"

"I didn't ask you if you wanted to join the BSAA. I want to recruit you, but in the end, you have the choice of following me or not."

Piers feels his lips part as he looks at Chris, just looks at him. He's been in the military for most of his life, and it's never been about 'what he wants.' Once a command is given, it has to be done. Including moving from units or if a commanding offer, like Chris, recruits you. The fact that Chris asked him, asked for him, and asked him if he wanted to join him, makes Piers want nothing more than to make Chris proud and to follow this man until his last day.

"Yes. Captain." Piers says with a blush, feeling something warm in the pit of his stomach. He dared himself to say it again, the words fit in his mouth as if he's supposed to say it, and it describes the man standing in front of him perfectly. Chris towering over him, and not just in size but in built. But he's smiling at him, honest, warm and kind, and Piers can't help but return the smile.

Chris' smile slowly turns into a yawn as he tries to stifle it with the hand he is not holding the papers.

"Allow me," Piers says, slowly taking the papers from Chris' hands. Chris nods his head, as he sits back, only to miss and end up landing on his ass. Chris chuckles to himself as he rubs the back of his neck.

"You ok?" Piers asks, his hazel eyes wide with surprise. He did not expect Chris to miss the seat and fall on his ass. Seeing Chris nod, Piers takes a step back, really wondering what type of man Chris is. He has a feeling there is more than what meets the eyes. Or in this case, what the media says.

Chris stands up, dusting any dirt that might have clung to his pants before this time sitting down on the seat without missing the landing on the ground. "Mind if I stay here?" He says while trying to stifle yet another yawn.

"You're the captain," Piers says while placing the documents into the folder it belongs and leaving them on the desk. Piers turns to leave, only stopping for a second and looking over his shoulder to catch Chris laying back on the couch to continue catching some Z's. "Have a good sleep, captain," Piers says a smile curling on his lips.

The moment he's out of the room, and he closes the door, Piers leans against the wall, a puppy smile taking his lips. He screws his eyes tight as he raises his hands over his head in extreme joy. He met Chris, the legendary Chris Redfield and on top of that, he's going to work for the BSAA, under Chris no less!

Pushing himself off the wall Piers skips towards his room. Deciding to get ready from now. He doesn't want to stay here. He wanted a higher calling and it's finally come. He's going to work with Chris Redfield, and on top of that, he's going to learn from the man himself. Piers can't wait!

AN: I think I might continue this. If a lot of readers like it. XD If I do, I think it will have two more chapters. Thank you for reading. And reviews are always welcomed.

The rating might go up if I continue with the other two chapters, and genres will change to angst and hurt and comfort. Thank you once again for reading.