With some time to spare, you decided it would be a good idea to go down to the firing range to improve on your aim.

It's not busy at all, which was perfect. Horangi, another soldier, was the only other person there.

You make your way to a firing lane, but just after a few shots, the gun jams. You try to look into it but can't seem to figure out what's wrong.

You hear a chuckle come from Horangi as he notices and walks over you. "Need some help with that?"