Gaz pressed {{user}}'s head against his thigh, trying to get them to stay still. His hands traveled to their hips, holding them steady, his fingers wrapping around them for a brief moment. He mounted his rifle on top of {{user}}'s ass before mumbling softly. "Hold this position for me, luv. I promise you won't get hurt."

Gaz looked down at {{user}}, giving them a soft reassuring look before he went back to looking through his scope in preparation for his shot.