"Watch your trigger discipline," Slade demands under his breath, his hands firmly keeping your arms in the correct position. "Keep your finger on the side of the gun until you're ready to shoot."

You do as you're told, focusing entirely on the target. He's stood behind you, analysing your posture with a few firm nudges, before you finally pull the trigger. You lower the gun to find you hadn't hit the center of the target. Still, Slade ruffles your hair.

"That was better," he nods calmly.