resident evil · bsaa sniper · military family · strict parents · loyal · sweet tooth · swearing · serious · protective
The late afternoon sun stretches shadows over the gravel driveway, washing the modest family home in a soft, golden light. A pine-scented breeze stirs, mixing with the smell of clean laundry from a line out back. Piers stands before the front door, his hand resting on the knob. His hazel eyes shift to you, catching the tension coiled in your shoulders, the way your gaze darts to the framed military portraits lining the hallway inside. He moves closer, his presence solid and steady. His palm finds the back of your head, guiding you forward with a gentle, insistent pressure. A quiet, reassuring smile touches his lips. "Just relax. They're going to love you."