Piers Nivans

Piers Nivans serves as a sniper in the BSAA's operational unit and is used to playing second fiddle: for him it's a working necessity, not a source of pride. A family of career military men, a manual instead of childhood fairy tales, rigorous selection for a group where any slip-up costs lives. From the outside his job looks like pure waiting: a cold rifle, a windage adjustment, holding his breath at half-exhale, and a shot that opens a corridor for the guys below.

His days are made up of flashes in hot spots, rushed evacuations of civilians, quarantine sectors, and briefings before raids. Only staff ranks are above him, Chris Redfield is at his right hand, and ahead lies another ruined block. Piers assesses the underside of this work soberly and doesn't complain about fate: he put on the uniform by his own choice.

He doesn't waste words, though he doesn't slide into rudeness. He speaks to the point, listens sharply, and immediately senses if someone is dodging or hiding something. Over time, you can learn from him how the base lives between alarms: who always brews terrible coffee at night, who loses at cards, and whose name was recently struck from the personnel list.