I'm back! I feel like I took it FOREVER. My writing speed was very slow. So sorry for the wait and thank you for reviews, favs, and follows! XD

This is the end of this two-shot but I'm thinking of writing the afterwards... Maybe I'll write some more chapters with two perspectives again if I have time.

Well, no more talking. Feel free to correct any mistakes you see as usual. Have fun!

- 02 -

Chris Redfield was impressed with that shot.

He was just finished his meeting with some high ranks about some random things, more importantly, this military field was full of fresh bloods. The B.S.A.A. needed those fresh bloods, the one who could support the team's weak point such as another explosive expert or a good sniper. Before he left, the other officers gave him some document files with many top rank soldiers they had. Knowing that Chris preferred observing around than sitting behind the desk with a profile to read, they also told him there was something around here that was worth to take a look.

It really was. A big one.

Chris looked across an outside shooting field while searching through the files he got. There was a man, a boy, standing alone with a gun in his hands. What a heavy gun that boy used, especially when he was standing up like that. The Anti-Material rifle was usually used while laying down, safety behind a bunker, not like this. Chris took his time examining the boy's built. Not too short or tall. Being lean but not skinny, he had a good, strong shape for a good soldier. Although he had a perfect built, Chris still wondered how those arms could bare such high recoil. Was the boy insane? He was using that AM as if he was shooting .22 or something smaller.

Concrete blocks scattered into pieces, one by one without any failure.

The boy seemed unhappy somehow while dropping his gun down. His hands under shooting gloves shook a bit from tiresome. Without thinking, Chris approached the younger man, patting his shoulder to stop him from another shot. The boy stopped, resting an earmuff on his neck before turning back to a newcomer. Then Chris saw his eyes. They were hazel, mixing with shades of amber, clear and sharp. The most straightforward eyes he had ever seen in his life. This kid got beautiful eyes.

Chris could tell everything through those orbs. His hands were shaking with the recoil. He was confusing. He was stubborn. Yet, he was talented. He was great. He was perfect for the team.

"Is there anything I could do for you, sir?"

His thick brows were knitted cautiously. Chris smiled back at him before release his shoulder, stepping back a bit so the boy would have his space.

"It's nothing. Sorry for disturbing you," he answered, "Just take another shot, you're good at it."

The boy blinked. In curiosity, his hazel eyes glanced around as an observation; good skill for a sniper. He frowned once more then shook his head a bit before he covered his ears with an earmuff, picking his gun up to the position again.

Two more perfect shots. Chris looked at the profile of 'the man who never missed the target' in his hands.

"Piers Nivans!"

Chris called out with his sharp officer-tone voice. Piers startled, facing around then saluted in such panic, the way too much for Chris to suppress his smile.

"Not bad," he commented.

"Uh… Yes, sir?" Piers blinked again in confusion, asking, "Well… urm… is there anything I can help, sir?"

Chris chuckled as an answer. No matter how good he was, Piers was just a kid for him. The obedient one, if he didn't get it wrong.

"So you are Piers Nivans, right?"

"Yes, sir."

"How long have you used that rifle?"

"Urm… It's been a while, sir."

That was impressive. Chris looked down to the boy's arms next to his torso. How could they bare that Anti-Material rifle to begin with? He had no idea.

"You're good."

Piers looked at him like he had heard something wrong. 'Unbelievable' was written on his face.

"I know this is not a proper thing to ask, but excuse me," the kid frowned again, "How did you know me, sir?"

"I've been watching you for a while. I haven't introduced myself, huh?" Chris smiled back in response, "I'm Chris Redfield, from the B.S.A.A."

Piers almost shocked. Chris swore he saw a hint of pink shades appeared on the boy's ears. He took that as a good sign.

"Do you have any interest to join my team, Nivans?"

Piers seemed like he was out of breath, those shades went down to his cheeks this time.

Chris always thought he should be proud of himself; he really got eyes for a good fresh bloods. Every newbie he got was perfect for his team, flawless indeed. However, his eyes were too good sometimes… especially this time.

Piers Nivans was too good. His profile, his skills, his abilities, everything was the best. His new ace had everything Chris could think of… maybe too much as a boy he was, to be specific. Chris never thought that Piers would be this stubborn. He seemed like a quiet, responsible, obedient guy who'd do anything the officer told him to do, yet, he had his own way to control things - the way that 'Kamikaze' thing was usually included. Chris' job was to take care of everyone under him, and Piers' way of actions always sent shivers down his spines.

Chris didn't want to imagine what that kid would have done if he hadn't stopped him on the field. The ace was still young, being so careful but also very, very reckless at the same time. Luckily, even with those stubborn eyes on, Piers was smart enough to listen. He was a quick learner and experience would help him grow. He'd be able to take care of himself someday, and when that day came, Chris believed it'd be the strongest team he ever had.

Unfortunately, Piers was too good in the way Chris never wanted him to be when it came to something called "paperwork".

Chris always felt like he was going to be insane every time he had to deal with this situation. He was born to live outside, on the field, in the war, anywhere but behind the desk full of documents. He tried to avoid this duty by letting others do it instead, but Command wouldn't let him go that easily. They had an argument because of this topic for years… That was before Piers Nivans joined the team.

There was a knock at the door. Then the ace came in the room with another lot of paperwork.

"What the hell-" Chris was going to be insane for real. Where did those papers come from? Did Command know how many trees were cut down into these? "C'mon, Nivans. You're kidding me?"

"No, sir." Piers frowned, aw, a moody kid. "Command asked me to send you these reports. They need them before dusk."

Chris groaned in protest, "I supposed that a cup of coffee isn't inhibited here, right?"

Piers raised his brow while placing all new reports on the desk. Goddamnit. Chris always felt strange when those hazel orbs glared at him as if he was a mind-reader.

"Not until this one is finished, sir."

"Just one cigarette won't-"

"After these are done, sir."

Leaning against his chair, Chris rolled his eyes exhaustedly. This kid was a machine or what? He was able to run away only in the first two days, claiming that he needed some caffeine to concentrate. After that? Well, Piers never let him leave the room again until all the work was done.

The ace stood back a bit but didn't leave. What was he doing, pressuring him? Man, this kid reminded him of a well-trained K-9 dog.

"Nivans."

"Yes, sir?"

"Get some rest. You don't have to stand there and wait for me. I'm not going anywhere."

"It's alright, sir," Piers didn't waste a second to respond, "I have to send Command those reports for you after all."

Piers' facial expression didn't change a bit, as serious as he ever was. Gosh… Did he do the right thing having this boy in the team? Piers Nivans really was born to be a soldier; no break, no excuse, no mercy. His whine would never work because it was just a whine, not an order. Chris was sure his blood was also military green instead of red for God's sake. Command would love this kid as if he was their long lost son.

The legendary Chris Redfield was defeated by his own ace… What a joke, but it was a fact. When they were out of the field, he couldn't win Pier's stubbornness at all. Perhaps it was because of straightforward eyes that never met straight right into his again when they had no mission to do.

Piers was like a straight black line that would break but would never bend, or he should be navy green? Whatever. But why would he avoid his eyes?

He should have already known the answer… Chris' heart skipped a beat, just only a beat.

The B.S.A.A. captain sighed, wiping his thought away while looking back to his work. A cup of coffee or a cigarette would help but they could not compare to fresh air and sunlight outside. Now he missed them, all of them, any of them. Just one of them was fine for now before he would be drained out like a dying old tree.

Suddenly, a cup of coffee was placed in front of him.

There was a click sound when a plate touched the wooden desk, right after a nice smell of coffee. A bitter one but his favourite one either. Chris looked up, seeing his ace with his serious face again, standing back to his position.

The one who imprisoned him was sure his lifesaver.

There was still no compare to freedom, or sunlight, or fresh air, but it was the first time Chris thought this wasn't that bad. The captain had no idea where the boy got how he liked his coffee: black, one cube of sugar. Such bitter taste mixed with a bit sense of sweet, just like Piers.

The unbending line that bended for him.

Their eyes met. Ah, his navy green line frowned again as usual. Those full lips curved down the way people called grumpy or moody, but they rather made Chris thought of a little boy. Then his boy looked away to the floor. He took a sip. There was nothing on that well-cleaned floor after all. What was so good with that floor?

"Thanks, Piers."

No more throbbing heart, he had to say it. Chris put the cup down and grinned, staring at his soldier's flushed cheeks. Piers seemed like he was going to choke, before the corners of his lips unintentionally varied some degrees up to a smile Chris had never seen. Then he nodded as an answer, hiding that attractive smile away from the officer's sight.

Chris sighed, getting back to work.

Maybe someday he'd be able to see it again. He wanted to see more; his eyes, his smile, his expression that was shown only for him… His heart skipped another beat. Well, maybe that someday was this weekend, or tomorrow, or this evening… This evening sounded good enough, tough.

This evening. It was decided.

"Piers."

"Y- Yes, sir?"

"After I finish all this stuff, let's go get a drink."

He really wanted to see more.

Everything.

A/N: Somehow, I fell in love with Piers' lips...