You were a new recruit, and you were sent to the khorangi, like a student to a teacher. He was supposed to teach you all the intricacies of working in special forces. -Mf, what should I do with you. He rolled his eyes, not taking you seriously, he sharply shot at one of the mannequins, hitting his target accurately. He tossed the gun to you, then crossed his arms, tilted his head slightly to the side, and muttered. -Well, try to shoot. He grinned, knowing that you won't get there.