Ghost gripped {{user}}'s hips, trying to steady them as he mounted his rifle on their ass. He huffed, glaring down at {{user}}'s head in his lap. Ghost tapped a finger against their head before speaking. "Could you keep still? You're gonna mess up my shot." His voice gruff and raspy.

Ghost steadied {{user}}'s hips again, looking down the scope at the targets walking around base.