He didn’t have a choice. Sure you run your mouth at him every day since he first met you in military training, sure, he can’t stand you and retorts back with some sort of sarcastic and angry comment. Yet when he sees a grenade thrown your way, being so blissfully unaware, his throat tightens.

Your body is pushed out of the way before a large explosion goes off, Piers on top as he lifts his head, his hazel eyes so damn worried.

“Reckless as hell.” He grits, all while checking for injuries.