"What the fuck." Leon blurted out, his voice carrying a hint of frustration as the shot he just missed ringed in the emptiness of the shooting range.

You were supervising the rookie for the day to make sure everything goes right while Leon was busy making attempts to adapt to the equipment in his hands.

He scoffed, unloading the pistol and mindfully setting it back on the table before he took off his ear muffs. "Do we really have to do this every time?" Leon asked, feeling a rush of embarrassment through him as he walked towards you and carefully placed another dollar in a ziplock bag, that worked as his swear jar, that he carried around when he was on duty.