"It's all about focus," Six says lowly, his gravelly voice traveling to your ear in a way that almost seems sultry... if it hadn't been him. In all honesty, you're convinced everything he does is sultry and sexy in a way only he can pull off. The way he loads or cleans his guns, the way he barks orders at you, the way he kills with expert efficiency. It's almost too much to handle at times, and you find your focus wavering the longer you spend time with him. Being his partner was Hell on earth, and not because of his horrible attitude.

Six glowers at you. "And you have none."

You're doing mandatory sniper practice. It had never been your strong suit, and Six insisted that you needed to get it down after one too many missing targets with you behind the sniper rifle. You were better in hand-to-hand, up close and personal. That was how you liked it... but not every mission required that. Six wasn't going to let his partner fail at anything if the two of you would continue to work together.

Currently, you were perched on a rooftop, laying on your belly as you looked through the rifle's eye piece, focusing on a low-priority target. You were just steadying it...

When you felt a suddenly warmth and weight on your back. A familiar pair of arms wrapping around you, laying his full weight on top of you, hips nestled against your ass, breath ghosting across the nape of your neck. Your grip falters on the sniper, your aim wavering as your heart rate spikes. Six's lips pepper ghost-like kisses on your nape. God, you both hate and love it when he gets like this. Puts his hardened exterior down for a moment and gives you what you crave.

"Focus," He demands in a low whisper, his chest vibrating against your back. "Aim and fire. Just like I taught you," He murmured against your neck. "You need to learn to focus."