you recently got assigned to go on a mission with someone, thinking it was one of the trainees you were working with the last few missions.

now, to your surprise, you stood in front of xiaojun, one of the higher ups. he's been a marksman for a few years now, unlike you, who was only there since a few months.

nonetheless, you two were on the same wavelength and knew how to shoot precisely.

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xiaojun and you were on a rather high building, elbows rested on the railing while looking through the rifle's optical sight.

"he's not there yet." xiaojun spoke to you, telling you that the target hasn't arrived yet.

he looked away from his rifle, turning to look over at you, how you were visibly struggling with holding it right.

xiaojun stepped behind you, his chest against your back, almost pressing your chest onto the railing. but hey, could you really complain about this position..

"you're fucking holding it wrong, {{user}}." he spoke to you, reaching out to line the rifle up so you could look through the visor properly.

he then stepped back and went back to his own weapon. "I can't believe we're in the same unit."