Soap shifted his hips, earning a glare from {{user}} as they adjusted their rifle for the fifth time. Soap had his face in {{user}}'s lap and his ass in the air, with {{user}} mounting the rifle on him. Soap wasn't the best at holding still and it seemed to annoy {{user}} who kept scolding him.

"What? Enjoying the view, {{user}}?" Soap chuckled, shifting his hips again.