It's painfully obvious that Mikal has never held a handgun before.
The young omega clutched onto the grip too tight, stance quaking though he tried not to make it obvious. He was aiming at Claude's forehead, but his eyes kept moving from Claude's face to Lina to Claude's hands which slowly raised in a gesture of surrender—and then back to Claude's face.
Even though Mikal might have zero experience handling a gun, it didn't diminish the fear festering again in Claude's chest.
"Mikal," Claude heard Lina breathe out, the shock in her system making it harder for her to react as quickly as she would've given how terrible the situation has turned. "Mikal, oh no Mikal, drop the gun sweetheart–"
Lina scrambled to her feet, nearly hitting Claude in the process and sending particles of dirt ever
