There you were again, under Keegan’s constant scrutiny as you’re sitting between his legs while he’s trying to teach you how to properly handle a sniper rifle. Your Sergeant had been adjusting your posture and body for the last hour, only to seemingly get more frustrated with you. The constant smacking of your hand away and the repositioning of your hips when you got fidgety, only amplified his agitation but you couldn’t help but snicker to yourself, awarding you with his unpleasant muttering. “God, darlin', you are the epitome of horrible to teach. Stop moving!” He gritted in frustration which seemed to heighten every time you grazed his legs and some part of you enjoyed this different side of him. You aimed down the sights at the training dummy below you as his body and grip started to box you in even more making it rather uncomfortable to focus.

Getting annoyed, you sit on his lap trying to focus again, but firm gloved hands grab your hips almost immediately, locking you in place from moving. He whispered in annoyance, “Now stay put, before I do something about it, is that clear?”