Piers almost drags you outside. You shiver visibly. 'Good thing I didn't choose the jacket..' you think sarcastically.
The three of you are outside at the training ground. The one Piers showed his skills on.
Caught up in your thoughts and shivering state, you are startled as a warmth engulfs you. In form of a dirty green jacket. Your (e/c) orbs widen at the sudden contact and you turn your head around to look at the owner of this jacket.
It was Piers.
Heat was rising furiously in your cheek as he holds the jacket and motions for you to slip your arms in.
You do as requested and you stop shivering.
"Better ?" Piers asks with a smile that could make the world melt. At least for you. 'Wait...WHAT ?!' you shriek in your mind.
"Better." You smile back at him.
"OK lovebirds, stop eye-fucking and get back to business." Marco interrupts the moment with a smug smile. You blush extremely at his choice of words and you turn away from Piers, hoping he didn't notice.
"That's not really....appropriate, Marco." Piers growls through his gritted teeth.
"Whatever. Why did you drag us out here anyways." Marco says bluntly. Then your attention snaps back at the men behind you.
"Right...um...wait a second." And in a flash he disappeared. After a few minutes of awkward silence and Marco grinníng like a dork, Piers gets back with a bigger gun than your last. But still smaller than the one he used to show his skills.
"OK...If my eyes don't lie to me, I'd say that this should be perfect for you. You wanna try ?" Piers asks smiling bright at you.
Wordless you take the gun from him and examine it.
"Semiautomatic..isn't it ?" you ask the sniper in front of you. He nods with wide eyes.
"It's a sniper rifle. Semiautomatic, as you already said." He announces.

After a few more explanations about how to reload and aim steadily you are ready to give your first shot.
You plant your feet firmly against the concrete. You hold your rifle up to aim through the scope.
A warmth reaches your back, but before you could react, Piers larger hands cover yours and guide your movements.
"Hold it a little lower. Otherwise you won't be able to catch yourself with the recoil." Piers reminded you. Trying to hide your flushing face, you quickly look through the scope again and aim on the target.
Without a warning you shoot. A bulls-eye. Again.
And again you turn around to see a frozen Piers and a equally stunned Marco.
Piers awkwardly clears his throat and states "That was...good. Now again. Without my help."
"As you request, lieutenant." You smirk at him. Now it was his turn to blush and quickly walk to stand next to Marco.
Breath. Aim. Holding the breath. Shoot.
As always a bulls-eye.
"Did I do good ?" you ask a bit concerned, because of the state the boys are currently in.
They are looking at one another and exchange looks that could be described as 'What the Fuck did I see ?' look.

"That was amazing (y/n) !" Someone shouts from behind you. You whip around to see Chris with a grin on his face and his hands behind his back. He looked so formal. You liked the informal Chris more.
"Why thank you." You grin back at him.
"That was perfect." Piers mumbles under his breath. His eyes slowly flicker downwards to the ground. Marco just nods approvingly.
"Have you seen a ghost, Nivans ?" Chris asks as he walks up to the said man. Only when he places his hand on Piers shoulder, he wakes up from his trance.
"I...No...Just..That was perfect." Piers says. After that statement he looks at you. You feel great. Considering that Piers is the number one sniper, you should feel great by his compliment.
Your eyes lock for a second before you lower your gaze to the ground.
"OK. Then it's settled. (y/n) get over here." Chris orders and you jog over to them.
"Yes ?" You ask as just stand next to Piers.
Chris puts a hand on both your shoulders and says "Piers, you will train her from now on." He says with a mischievous smile.
Piers straightens again and salutes "Yes, Sir."
"(y/n), you are going to follow Piers' orders in training from now on. You are lucky to have him as your teacher." He smiles at you. This is the Chris you like. Not so stiff and formal.
"Yes, Sir." You say in the same position as Piers did before you.
"Well then, quit it for today. You found your perfect weapon today. I think this is enough for today." Chris says with a gesture of his hand. You catch a glance at his watch. 9 p.m.. 'Well..when the hell did it got so late ?' You wonder.
"If you would excuse me, I'll go changing." you say and set off to the building. But then you remember something. And that something was still warming you.
You take Piers' jacket off and turn to him.
"Thank you." You glance at him as you give him his jacket back. Your hands touch for a moment before you pull away, startled at the tender touch.
"N-No problem (y/n). Shall I wait for you o-" "Yes...yes that would be nice of you." you say a bit too exited, and Piers smirks and bows "I'll be waiting over there." he points out at the place. "OK. I'll hurry." you wave him as you disappear in the building.

After a few minutes you come out of the building in your usual clothes. As if on reflex, Piers already offers his arm. And again you hook around it, every time a bit more confident.
You can't hold it back anymore and you blurt out "Did you mean what you said back on the ground ?" You ask, trying to make eye contact. You fail, because you feel Piers muscles flex under your hands, a thinking habit of his.
But some steps later he answers "Yes. You were perfect." He says. Now he hopes his blush is covered by the darkness that slowly falls upon you two.
You stop in front of your tent and he turns to you. "My tent is right there. If you need anything. Just in case." He adds quickly.
You stay silent but when he turns to leave you stop him and hug him. "Thank you. And good night." You hug him tighter. He also gives you a last squeeze before setting off to his own tent.
After getting ready for bed you lay for a few moments and smile like an idiot. But soon you are tired. You turn off the light and hope that you'll get enough sleep for tomorrow. But nothing in your life works for your hopes.

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Sorry I upload this late. But my exams started *whoop whoop * -__-
But I will try to hold my rhythm. :D
Please don't hunt me down with an axe if I can't manage it :c
Put...put the axe away Reader-chan O.O''
See ya \(^o^)/