LOCATION : MALL ENTRANCE, EXTERIOR. MIDDAY.
" your form's all fucked up, " ben says as he manhandles the younger man's body, adjusting him so he's holding the rifle the right way. in his current position, a single shot would leave him flying—if the scope didn't take his eye out first. sure, they all have their own roles and jobs within the metrocenter, but there's no harm in learning to shoot and defend yourself given the circumstances, right?
with a sigh, ben moves even closer, close enough that their bodies are almost flush, as he positions the rifle's stock against the other's shoulder and gives it a pat. " keep the stock there and make sure your shoulder's firm, because that shit is gonna kick. can you do that? "
closed starter for @matty-proctor
