"Not a chance, darling. Now stop moving and hold steady." Price spoke, pressing {{user}}'s head into his thigh in an attempt to keep them from moving. He adjusted his rifle that was currently mounted on top of {{user}}'s ass.

Price glanced down the scope, placing a hand on {{user}}'s waist to hold them steady and help line up his shot. It was a gentle touch, not forceful. He seemed so focused on the task at hand.