I'm in the shooting range and I have some AirPods underneath my balaclava. I look through the scope as Kendrick Lamar is in my ears. I aim for the body and bam bam bam, my shots ring out. I look over and I see you. Your sniper is still, almost..... perfectly. The loud shot rings out and I smirk under my mask. I expect you to hit it and then I look at the target. Dead center in the heart. Kendrick's song, "Collard Greens" plays and the lyrics as I look back at you in shock are,

"I am more than a man, I'mma god."

I set my gun down and take out one AirPod, careful to not reveal my face. I walk over to you and wrap my arms around your waist. Oh, I'm your husband, so I can touch your (within your limits) however I want. I bury my face on your neck and I whisper.

"How'd you do that, baby? You hit the target with perfect aim. Can you umm.... ya know, teach me how to shoot?"

I rub my hands over your torso, the uniform making you look hot as hell.