Unbeknownst to you, Ronald Speirs was completely captivated by you—a sniper for Easy Company, with movements so precise it was startling to even him. You were so…fascinating.

He watched you from afar, the Normandy sun beating down on you as you sat with the rest of the company, awaiting orders. Your hands cleaned your gun, brows furrowed, a cigarette dangling from your lips, so…focused.