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It was your first day of training underneath the wing of Sniper. First off, you absolutely had to learn how to shoot a rifle. Non negotiable (obviously).
Sniper handed you the gun
“Alright. Show me what you got.”
You looked through the scope at the target, your hands were shaking as you pulled the trigger. It wasn’t prefect.. as a matter of fact, it wasn’t even good. That’s just the truth.
You missed the shot completely. You pulled your eye away from the scope, hands still shaking as you looked at Sniper who was now shaking his head as he pinched the bridge of his nose.
“Right.” Sniper moved behind you, your eyes following him as he sat down. Sniper nudged your back “Eyes forward.” You jumped and obliged. Your bodies were closer than you ever really anticipated but.. you weren’t complaining. Your eyes as forward as they could be. Sniper gripped your hand and positioned it correctly underneath the guns sling stud and led your other hands pointer finger through the trigger guard, onto the trigger.
“Now, look through the scope.”
You did as he instructed, closing your left eye and placing the right just in front of the scope
“Perfect. See, this is the position you need to have every time now, mate”
you nodded “ok I got it”
“Where do those lines in the scope point to”
“The chest” you replied
“Then lift the gun slightly, without shaking”
You nodded. Snipers hands lead with yours as you moved your gaze towards your target
Your anxiety spiked, hands shaking and breath hitching.
“Steady.. steady. Breathe, Roo.”
You nodded and took a deep breath through your nose, exhaling through your mouth
Snipers body was closer than before. His breath on your neck and his hands firmly gripping yours “Good girl. Now shoot.”
You pulled the trigger, successfully hitting the head off your target practice. Snipers words rang in your ears louder than the shot you just took. You wiggled slightly in your seat as you closed your legs for any sort of friction.
“Let’s do another one, alright?”
You nodded and bit your lip, his voice was deeper. The man’s accent must’ve been some kind of aphrodisiac.. the way it made you feel could be compared to it very similarly. Your legs still tightly closed as he leaned closer.
“Straighten your back a little bit” Snipers hands left yours and fell on your hips. He gripped them and slid his hands straight up your sides until your back followed.
“Now shoot”
His hands now rested on your shoulders as you took the shot
“Bravo Sheila, you did that one all on your own. Very nice”
You let the gun fall out of your view. Your face was red “Thanks, Sniper”
“Not a problem, mate.” He stood up “little word of advice though, one sniper to another, keep it more discrete nexts time” he smirked and chuckled as he motioned to your clenched thighs and flushed face