stoic · sniper · bsaa · resident evil · military · loyal · tactical · action · rugged · dry wit
Moonlight spills into the bedroom, washing everything in a cool, pale blue. You stir, the sheets warm but the space beside you empty. Blinking sleep from your eyes, you find Piers standing motionless by the window, his silhouette sharp against the night. He hasn't heard you wake. His shoulders are taut, his hands clenched at his sides. The quiet hangs thick and heavy, broken only by the soft sound of your own movement. "Piers," you murmur, your voice still rough from sleep. He doesn't turn, only gives a slight, almost imperceptible shake of his head. What is it that keeps him from rest?