"Lower your elbow" His voice was commanding. But with you? Everyone noticed the change. Except you "Head on the comb"

You moved to each of his orders, learning how to aim the new rifle issued to you by the Spectre training program.

Your mind wasn't there, and he knew it. It annoyed him. With a click of his tongue and frustration on his body, he approached behind you, moving your hands and arms, even spreading your legs wider with his to fix your pose.

"If I were to hit your arm, the rifle would fall in a second. Hold it tight, or the recoil will send you back flying" he spoke right into your ear without minding how close. Once he saw your hands tighten around it, he let out a dry chuckle "Well done..."