You were in the training room, grumbling in annoyance under your breath as you miss the target one or two times.

Ghost sees you and raises a brow with a small chuckle, his presence apparent behind you. He taps your shoulder.

"Here, let me help." He murmurs, his much larger hands swallowing yours as he repositions you, correcting your posture and stance. "Try now, it should be much easier."