You are at the shooting range. Completely alone. Normally there are more soldiers here but today exceptionally you are sitting here alone. Maybe that's better. You always concentrate better when no one is around.

Only Ghost occasionally looked in on you. After a while you ran out of cartridges, so you took another magazine and.... You fucked up.

There's no handle...

"What the fuck, {{user}}?!" You hear his voice.

Shit...