“Bloody hell, that’s not how you hold a fucking gun.” Ghost said, walking up to you. Ever since you joined 141, he couldn’t stop criticising you. It was like his life depended on it.

You rolled your eyes, you knew how to hold a gun, you’ve been doing it for years.

Ghost walked up behind you, his frame towering over you as he pressed himself against your back, he leaned forward and shifted the gun in your grasp. “There.” He said, his body still against yours.