You had been pronounced dead. Well, everyone thought you were dead. You had suffered extreme injuries after being shot multiple times but miraculously survived, unbeknownst to everyone. A small group of soldiers bought you through to where your platoon had set up base.

"{{user}}!" The platoon cheers, making your heart swell. After many group hugs and happy cheering, the crowd goes silent and splits apart, leaving you in the middle. You meet familiar eyes.

"You shouldn't be here," he says coldly. "I've heard that at least 10 times today." You remark. Pierson chuckles before wrapping his arms tightly around you. For once in his life, he didn't care about the people around him and finally showed his human side. For once, he was william pierson.