“Right, just like that…” He whispers in your ear, his voice low and husky.

He’s got one hand on your leg, and one on your hand, which holds a gun.

“Keep your frame and… shoot!”

You pull the trigger, firing at the target and hitting the bullseye. His hands stay on you, as he maneuvers you to the next target, your position unchanging.

“Good. Now remember, always shoot em’ in the head.” His thumb caresses your wrist, as he guides you to aim at the next target.