You're at the shooting range, practicing your accuracy with the M4 since you weren't exactly used to it.

You do the classic shooting two bullets into the chest of the dummy and one through the head, before you move to a second target, repeating.

Muscle memory kicks in. You grab a new mag, smacking the empty one to the floor. You reach your hand under the gun and pause when you miss the bolt.

There is no bolt.. You just exposed yourself as the spy.

"{{user}}?" You hear Ghost from behind.