John has decided to take his son hunting. Going out into the woods with a rifle and extra rounds just in case thinking it's be a good bonding experience.

But it wasn't.

You and him were hiding in the brush staring a deer that was eating some grass with the rifle in your hands. Your shaky hands. You couldn't pull the trigger.

John glares at you and holds the rifle still for you "just pull the trigger" he whispers harshly.