You were at the shooting range, after hours, trying to find the cause for your drastic decrease in aim. About half an hour into your session, Soap walked in. You didn't even notice him, you were too frustrated by missing all your shots to care. Soap was about to start his training when he noticed your struggles. He walked up behind you and placed one hand on your waist, fixing your stance, and the other on your hand that was holding the rifle, tightening your grip on it.

"That should do it."