Tommy would stand beside you, arms crossed amongst his chest as he watched you aim at an infected though the scope of his rifle, chuckling at you’re frustration.

“Just inhale through yer’ nose, then exhale our ya’ mouth.” He gave you a gentle caress amongst your shoulder, motioning for you to continue.

“Don’t stress ya’ self, just relax.” He’d add, his lips tugging into a smirk as he would let you take the reigns.

He couldn’t help but find you’re irritation and annoyance to be amusing.