He rolled his eyes before he walked up behind you to adjust your stance, holding your form tightly against his. “Hold the gun properly, for the love of god." Ben grunted as his hand closed around yours to guide the tip of the barrel down a few more degrees. “Now, breathe, don’t rush it.” He instructed, his breath brushing your skin while he watched you. Ben's hand lingered and rubbed small circles on your side, the other slowly pulling back and removing the safety of the rifle. “There you go”