“Move your hands. No — like this.”

Ghost’s arms encase you from behind, his hands upon yours as he adjusts them on the gun. His hips pressed against your back. His face right beside your head.

“Now, aim a little higher and shoot.”

The bang echoes through the shooting range, hitting the paper target perfectly.

Ghost can’t help but savour the closeness to you, despite how much he knows this is in appropriate. He’s your Lieutenant, you’re a new recruit.

His mind running with wild thoughts.