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(Hey sorry for the really, really long hiatus - I just got done with finals and now I’m on winter break, so I’m going to start trying to be active again. I’m gonna re-do this entire blog in terms of headcanons and such, so once I get that done I’ll start with any wanted starters)
((Another OOC post (I promise i’ll post something ic in here soon, I’m just tryin to figure out what) but anyways under the readmore))
(Hey so its totally been a while wow this is gonna be Long so this is going under the readmore
(Again, sorry I’m not active on here as much - I’m really under pressure to graduate and find a place right now, but hopefully I’ll have a new laptop by the end of may so I can continue to be active on here.)
Try to scare them. Make them squirm.
The harsh reaction of the other let Ethan grow silent. He sucked on the inside of his cheeks, somehow this took him back to a past argument he had. He closed his eyes for just a moment, opening them again as he breathed out.“Okay-”Ethan put his hands up in a sort of defensive stance, making a calming gesture.“-okay, fine- Alright?”
The soldier did the same, letting out a heavy sigh, as he sat down. Ethan just followed him with his eyes, keeping the distance. An apology rang in his ears. The other must be really troubled, judging by the turmoil going on inside of him readable in his posture. Ethan now walked up a bit closer, thinking about putting a hand on the other man’s shoulder, trying to comfort him but he didn’t know how exactly to go about this. So he just approached the cot, Piers was sitting on, and stood beside it.
“Hey man, listen…” Ethan rubbed the back of his own neck letting it slip off the side. His voice less agitated now, he sounded kind of defeated - but he was trying to be understanding. It would make no sense to keep arguing about it. Eyes still painted with concern he looked away to the side. “I get it, okay. You don’t- want to talk about it, fine. I’m not going to make you. But how do you plan to deal with this shit?”
Maybe this wasn’t the best environment to keep pushing him into revealing what the god damn hell was going on with him right now. His reactions were way too intense for it to be just a migraine or anything of that sort. Ethan still felt something was amiss with the guy but decided to submit and play the Rational. He looked over to the tent’s exit, wondering if he would even be able to move. He doubted he would let himself get dragged to a medic, hell, he wasn’t sure if he would even let one look at him right now with that fucking attitude.
Ethan glanced around, no one was paying attention to them. When he turned his gaze back to Piers again, the guy was fumbling with his phone. He saw him pick it out of his pocket earlier. Was he going to make a phone call? Texting someone? He probably had people he could confide himself to, Ethan was basically still just a stranger to him. Having gotten attached, calling himself a friend, what the hell was he thinking? Just after they spoke much these past days, or has it been weeks already?
Fucking hell.
Eyes turning cold, he looked down and stepped away – to give the other man some privacy. He had no reason to dwell on this topic or trying to eavesdrop on his conversation, be it verbal or be it by letter. It had been quite some time now, since he had gotten here. In his prediction he wouldn’t have stayed this long, he would have been long on his way and already in his empty apartment back in Texas. But what even did fucking wait for him there? Nothing. He had gotten to call his friend, telling him it all had been just a fucking prank all along. That he is going to stay in a motel for a few days to come to his senses. Empty lies given, empty words of sympathy received. Just damn it all to hell.
It was dark out, he peeked through the exit, flaps clamped to the sides. Long stripped off his dirty clothes, he was wearing a basic black undershirt and a jacket Umbrella provided him graciously. It had the blue significant wheel embroidered to it. Hands in his pockets he threw his head back. It’s getting quite chilly at night… , he thought – not that it really was.
"I’ll figure it out,” Sighing, he looked down at the phone in his hand. He really felt bad for keeping secrets like this, but he was also thankful for the fact Ethan had finally given it up. Unfortunately, this wasn’t just something he could come out and announce to everyone - at least not that he felt he could. He pressed the button on the side of his phone and watched the screen light up, showing a simple blue background and big white letters that read 11:47 PM wed, Aug 23. He couldn’t believe it had been this long already, feeling like he’d just gotten to this camp not too long ago. It’d only been a month or so since he first got there, though he lost track. He still hadn’t gotten a chance to speak to Redfield, either.
Looking back up to resume talking to Ethan, he noticed that the other man had stepped out of the tent. Furrowing his brows and biting his lip, he realized that he probably gave the man the idea that he was done with their conversation. The former sniper felt guilty for making him feel that way, but at least it gave him a few minutes to call Sherry and explain his situation. The two talked occasionally, she being one of the few contacts he still had after the events that took place five years ago. She was the one who helped him manage to get a hold of a vaccine after he was recovered from the wreck. A lot of his memories from when he was recovered was hazy so he wasn’t entirely sure of how he made it out of that situation alive, but he was forever thankful for all of the help she was.
Letting out a shaky breath, he unlocked his phone and pulled up the calling app- punching in her speed dial and pressing call before he put the phone up to his ear, waiting patiently as it rang in his ear. After about four rings, an audible click could be heard before a familiar voice spoke up on the other line.
“Hello?” He could hear the exhaustion in her voice, seeing as it was fairly late. He stood up and walked to the other end of the tent, relieved that he was able to get ahold of her.
“Hey-- I need a favor of you,” He cleared his throat before explaining his situation to her. He was quite a bit late on his shot, but he knew she’d understand.
Their conversation felt as if it was dragged on forever, when in reality it had only been about not even five minutes. When it was all said and done, she told him that she’d deliver his shot to him within the next week or so - he just had to tough it out until then. While he didn’t want to wait much longer, he didn’t have much of a choice. In the end he thanked her for her time and hung up, sliding the phone back in his pocket. He was relieved that he was going to finally get this under wraps, but for the next few days he’d have to play it cool around his only friend in the entire camp.
Taking a few minutes to collect himself, he took a deep breath and exited the tent, looking for the other blond man. He noticed him a few yards away from the tent, looking up at the dark star-riddled night sky. Ethan looked deep in thought and he almost wanted to leave him to his own devices, but he also didn’t want to leave him with the wrong idea. Exhaling, he stuffed his hands in his pockets and approached the shorter man, putting together what he was going to say in his head.
“Hey, uh, sorry about that.” Piers cleared his throat as he stepped closer to the man deep in thought, keeping somewhat of a distance. He felt rude for keeping Ethan at a distance, but he really did have to be careful. Though, he figured he did owe the man some explanation.
“’Guess I’ve got some explaining to do, wanna take a walk with me?” The blond inquired hesitantly, kicking at the dirt underneath his boots as he avoided his gaze a bit. It was time to spill the beans, he just hoped that this decision wouldn’t come back to bite him in the ass in the future.
Ethan could feel his left hand cramp up from time to time, even back then already. Suspecting the late effects of having his severed hand attached with simple staples - gotten dragged through the dirt with an open wound he could only hope Zoe did as much as clean it before performing her improvisational first aid - but then, additional to the cramps, he could feel some kind of pressure in his veins and nerves flare up leading to his hand emitting from his whole body. As if something was rushing through it, with such velocity he felt as if they were gonna burst any moment. - - But they never did.
Sometimes he could swear his leg was hurting but it was still attached seamless, no signs of scarring. Generally, he kept feeling phantom pains all over his entire body, probably just the memory of being pretty much torn apart in any kind of way at his time spent at the Baker estate. Yet nothing, no marks indicated that any of that ever had happened. Only the occasional pain made him aware of it again. He wondered.. was it because his mind fools him into believing he’s hurt all over still that it tries to fix something that isn’t there? Or something else - something worse, he would not dare to think about. If he cut himself while preparing food due to not focusing his mind in the present moment it was gone within minutes - the same process would happened yet not in the same vehement severity.
The reaction the other man was having right now, it had him grotesquely reminded of his own experiences whenever it happened. Could it-? Eyes fixed on the back that was now turned to him, he balled his hands and shook this head.
“I don’t believe you-”
It didn’t look like fucking nothing. Who did he take him for throwing him such a blunt lie and expecting him to believe it simple as that. Ethan had it with people keeping things from him, lying to him, but still he was aware that the other might have reason to do exactly that. He was conflicted, by his own ego’s frustration and empathic concern.
“The fuck is that supposed to mean, I’m not fucking blind - ! I can see you are in serious pain and it’s not just from some damn migraine!”
Blood boiling, the former sniper grew frustrated. He understood Ethan’s concerns one hundred percent, but his infection was something he’d rather not bring up - especially at an Umbrella camp of all places. His own anger made the pain he was feeling flare up a bit, causing him to wince. He tried to wave off the younger man, fishing around in his pockets for his cellphone. If he could just make a call to Sherry he’d have his shot soon enough.
“Look, believe it or not, I’m fucking fine--” Knitting his brows together in a frown, he snapped. The harsh tone was immediately followed by regret and he cursed himself for it. The guy was only trying to help, he had to remind himself, shame washing over him in waves. He heaved a sigh and shook his head, sitting down on a cot in the empty tent. At this point it was probably getting harder and harder for the other man to actually believe he was fine.
“I-- Sorry,” Piers blurted out, his cheeks turning a shade of red with embarrassment and shame. He pinched the bridge of his nose as he hung his head, avoiding eye contact with Ethan. He didn’t really want to hide anything from him and he felt guilty for keeping secrets, but here and now wasn’t the time or place to be explaining it to anyone who didn’t already know. He didn’t know what else he could say to make Ethan give up the subject of him being unwell, so he had to come up with some bullshit excuse and fast. He figured the man wasn’t very fond of his lies right now, but he had no other option.
The former soldier trusted Ethan, he really did - but he couldn’t take any risks with disclosing his little secret. He had heard what happened to Jake and Sherry after they went missing in Edonia years ago, and in no way did he want that to happen to himself. The idea of being used as a guinea pig by Umbrella didn’t sound very appealing to him.
“I swear it’s just a migraine,” The blond huffed, keeping his gaze locked on his dirt covered boots as he avoided the prying eyes of the younger man before him, “It’s really nothing to worry about, I’ll be alright soon enough.”
He felt a pang of guilt in his gut as he lied again, rubbing the back of his neck shamefully. Piers was somewhat thankful for the fact he no longer had his right arm - otherwise his veins would be a dead giveaway. He noticed whenever it came to be that time of year his veins would turn a dark purple sort of colour, spreading from the scarred tissue on his shoulder across his body. It never got further than to his neck - usually having taken the shot by the time it started to appear. He wondered what might happen if it spread further. He just prayed to god that Ethan wouldn’t try to make him see a medic or something of the sorts.
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Eyes meeting the gaze of the other man. Still the cup hold up to his face - although he wasn’t drinking - he listened to the words spoken to him. He asked him about that Redfield person. His eyes were still fixated on the other man yet did Ethan not notice the sublime intensity of how Piers was revealing his questions in.
“No, it was just point-black-” he took a last sip and put the cup down set it quietly almost cautiously onto the table. “It- It wasn’t much. Just short of an introduction. And just now - ? He just told me to wait here, they’re going to meet up with another team.. probably searching the mines” His gaze set down thinking back to everything he lived through the past night. It had not fazed him that much as it would any other person.
He wasn’t sure why but his mind was jaded. He felt so apathetic. Just now having all left behind him he felt the impact and weight these events had on him. He felt a deep emptiness, a void inside yet at the same time deep commiserations for the Bakers. Face unmoved from his standard stern expression his eyes - though - mirrored this exactly his frame of mind. The need to just let out one long sigh was building up inside of him but he repressed it, breathing in instead of out and holding the next one in.
The strong caffeine brought him just a momentary serenity but that would just hold as long as it took to relieve him of the tiredness. Soon that effect would also wear of and he had to deal with the situation at hand - and mind. Having taken in some of the psycho-stimulants he found laying around the house, not wasting even one thought about whoever forget or hid them there - their loss, he had experience with these kind of things anyway and it only did him and his focus in that cluttered house a benefit. His mind was still operating on full stretch, especially after just another intake in the form of coffee this time, but it needed a break just as much as his body needed it.
Whatever, he would do anything to not be dealing with that shit right now.
“That Redfield guy…he didn’t tell me much, about what the hell is going to happen now. I’m supposed to just sit here and wait?? I tell you what, if I could and had the means to - I’d be off on my way”
Falling silent as Ethan answered his question, he nodded slightly. It wasn’t much, but it was something. While he was surprised by the younger’s stoicism, he might’ve guessed that this wasn’t his first his first time having a run in with the infection - but he could be wrong. He hoped he might be able to finally talk to his former Captain once he came back to talk to Ethan.
“I’m still waiting to talk to him,” The former Lieutenant snorted, leaning up against the table behind him and folding his arms over his chest. He was still unsure about sharing his past and history with Ethan, so he played it off as if it were nothing too important. Realizing the guy probably didn’t have much more to share with him, he changed the subject.
“The hell is in the mines? Do you know?” He inquired, cocking his head slightly. He was getting a bit too curious at this point, not knowing if he was over stepping a boundary asking about it so soon. From what he knew of the situation, it didn’t sound like a normal outbreak. He knew something about a family, a ship, and a little girl. That was about it. A lot had changed over the past the last couple of years and it shocked him.
Despite everything that he’d been through during his final days with the B.S.A.A., Piers missed being on the front lines. He missed knowing what was going on. Now, he was just a normal civilian like most everyone else. His former B.S.A.A. status was virtually useless to him - seeing as everyone thought he was dead, and for the fact they were in a Neo-Umbrella camp of all places. He had a lot of questions, but he couldn’t foresee them being answered very soon.
He doubted that Ethan went through anything too similar to what he’s seen - the former sniper had seen a lot over the course of his twenties, so he was fairly desensitized to it. It was always a war zone, to him. Ethan, on the other hand, most likely didn’t have the luxury of knowing what he was getting into. Things were a lot scarier when you were by yourself, and Piers had the luxury of having a team by his side. He couldn’t imagine the hell the younger man had been through.
"One day he won't need you anymore"
Irritating as it may be, they weren’t entirely wrong. One day the Captain wouldn’t need him anymore- it still stung, though.
“Then I’ll do my best to assist him ‘till that day comes,” The blond grit out, clenching his teeth a bit as he bit his tongue. There had been times where Chris said he didn’t need the sniper, but he helped regardless. He looked out for his Captain, and until they were no longer on the same team he’d continue to do what he could for him. That’s what teammates do.
'What do you mean you're fine? You are not fucking fine! You're my friend, of course I give a shit'
Being cured of the C-Virus didn’t necessarily mean you were cured. It still lingered in your body, suppressed. He had to get annual shots to help suppress the virus, and he was a little late on his shot seeing as he was on his own little personal mission. While he was no longer under threat of re-mutating or succumbing to the virus, it did leave him with some unpleasant side effects. This was one of them.
The former sniper felt like he was on the verge of mutating, sharp pains radiating through his right side. He knew he wasn’t under any immediate threat, but it still left him feeling wary. Piers thanked god that it wasn’t continuous, though. The pain would stick around for fifteen minutes usually, but sometimes it could last up to an hour.
“I swear, I’m fine–” Seething, he turned away from the younger man. While he considered Ethan a friend, now- he still couldn’t bring himself to fess up and tell him about his infection with the C-Virus.
“It’s just a migraine, I’ll be fine.” He lied through his teeth, wiping the sweat that had beaded on his forehead off. He needed to find a way to get that shot.
"he talks pretty highly of you." jill murmurs, eyes flicking towards the agent passing by her desk. "chris, i mean." didn't exactly need to be said, but she said it anyway. her expression is impassive, but jill can't help feeling wary. she can't put her finger on why. "said i should see you shoot."
The blond stopped in his tracks as he heard the older agent speak up - unsure of whether or not she was speaking to him or someone else. Upon realization that she was, in fact, speaking to him he turned to face her, giving Jill his undivided attention.
“Does he?” He inquired, quirking a brow with curiosity. Piers didn’t expect the captain to speak highly of him, but at the same time he wasn’t too surprised by the fact. Chris usually spoke highly of most of the people he worked with.
He was a pretty decent shot, he wouldn’t lie. Certainly he wasn’t the best, but with his AMR he rarely missed his shot. Though, he’d heard a lot of good things about Jill from Chris. The most he knew was that the two used to be partners back in ‘98 and that they worked together on and off since then, but he didn’t know much more about her. The Captain didn’t talk about his past too much, but occasionally he got to hear some stories.
A small sheepish smile pulled on his lips from the comment, causing him to feel a bit bashful. He rubbed his neck a bit as he avoided her gaze a little, chuckling lightly.
“I’m not that great, but I usually hit my mark. He’s told me some stories about you from when you two used to work together.” Looking back up on her, noting her stoic expression. She was hard to read, but he just figured that she had yet to warm up to him. He didn’t blame her, though.
"They'll find out the truth eventually"
The sniper fell silent, brows knitting together as he frowned. He had a vague idea of what the “truth” may be, but he didn’t want to jump to conclusions. He didn’t know what to say in response - the comment unnerving him quite a bit. Whatever the truth may be, he wasn’t going to throw himself under the bus if he didn’t need to.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about, but if that’s a threat you might wanna watch it.” Piers lied through his teeth, a bit of an aggressive tone lacing itself in his words.
"You're just a lap dog"
A sneer pulled at his lips, obviously feeling bitter towards the comment. He was, by no means, a lap dog - or a puppy. Furrowing his brows, Piers folded his arms over his chest and stood his ground.
“I’m a soldier, mind you. I have a job to do and orders to follow.” He scoffed, appearing very unimpressed. He’d noticed a spike in these types of comments recently, more so after Mr. Muller made a sort of similar comment in the underwater facility outside of Lanshiang.
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