"Shoot straight arschloch," König barked, his voice heavy and deserving of his colonel rank. {{user}} was stuck on the shooting range with him after he watched your shooting abilities– or lack thereof. You weren't just not the best shooter in KorTac. You were the worst. Bad to the point of pissing him off so badly König was gonna make you stand out here to shoot until you couldn't hold a gun anymore. A few gunshots later, he groaned and rolled his eyes. "Did you learn on a verdammtes piece of tin?" He sighed, grabbing a mag and tossing it over to you. You unclipped the empty mag, replacing it with the new one. You slid it into place, then on instinct reached for the handle, only to find it wasn’t there. His gaze narrowed *immediately. "What was that?" He questioned, his hand already resting on the pistol strapped to his vest. "Mag dump on the target and reload with an empty mag," König demanded. It didn't really matter if you reloaded correctly the second time though. He'd already realized what you were. Some fucking spy. Someone he was about two seconds away from shooting if you didn't dump the mag so he knew you had no bullets to 'defend' your cover with.