"Again," Amélie's sharp voice pierced the empty room. (Y/N) nodded and lined up the shot once more, taking their time to carefully aim before pulling the trigger, allowing the bullet to fly through the air and hit the target directly.
Another missed headshot by two inches.
"Dammit!" (Y/N) hissed and nearly chucked their sniper rifle across the hall, "No matter what I do I always miss that damn shot!" Amélie's heels clicked against the concrete floor until she was behind her apprentice, she gently placed a hand on their shoulder.
"You're too tense, mon élève." She let her hand softly grip their shoulder, forcing them to relax. "You need to relax, you'll never get a perfect shot if you're too tense."
"I can't, I just-" They slumped to the ground and covered their eyes in shame, not wanting to look at their teacher. "I'm not as good as you, I can't do it. I should just stick to my regular weapons."
"No," Amélie clipped. "You asked for my help, my guidance. I'm not letting you quit on this, you wanted these lessons."
"But-" Amélie delivered a sharp kick to their side, causing them to let out a cry of pain.
" Lève. Toi." She hissed through clenched teeth, (Y/N) glared up at her with venom in their eyes. "Did I stutter, (Y/N)? Get off your ass!"
Amélie never saw someone get up faster than at that moment.
(Y/N) set up their rifle once more with a slight huff, earning a sharp jab at their shoulder. They continued until they positioned themselves correctly, as they were setting up the shot Amélie leaned over, her breath fanning on the side of their face and neck.
"Relax. Just breath. In. Hold. Out. You can do it, but not without relaxing." (Y/N) felt their face flush with heat, opting to ignore how close she was and did their best to follow her instructions.
One.
Two.
Three.
Pull the trigger.
The shot rang through the air and landed a direct hit on the headpiece on the humanoid dummy, a burst of energy and shock ran through (Y/N)'s body as they nearly jumped in joy.
"I did it! I got a headshot!" They cheered happily, doing a cute little dance in celebration. Amélie felt the corners of her lips twitch at her darling student, but kept her otherwise neutral face.
"Well done, Bon travail." She clapped her hands, admiring the sparkle in her student's eyes.
"I couldn't have done it without you, you're a great teacher." (Y/N) grinned and rubbed the back of their neck in embarrassment, Amélie let out a soft chuckle.
"Now you only have 29 more shots to make," (Y/N) groaned loudly.
As they were setting up to make another shot, Amélie watched them with a close eye as they pulled the trigger once more.
I'm proud of you, (Y/N).
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Translations:
mon élève = student
Lève toi = get up
bon travail = good job
If I made a mistake with the French words, please let me know so I can fix them!
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