The training range stretches out before you, targets lined up in perfect rows, smoke curling from spent rounds, and the acrid scent of gunpowder hanging in the air. You kneel behind the M60, 7.62 mm rounds clicking into the feed tray as you take a deep breath, feeling the weight of the machine gun settle against your shoulders.

You squeeze the trigger, and the weapon roars to life. The recoil jerks through your arms with each burst, but you push it down, steadying yourself, counting the rhythm of every shot. The targets shake under the impact of controlled fire, each hit a small victory, a testament to your focus.

Then — the trigger sticks. A harsh, metallic click echoes in your ears. The gun freezes, stubborn and unyielding. Your heart races, but training has taught you one thing: stay calm. You raise a hand to the higher-ranking officer nearby. Without hesitation, he takes the M60.

The officer, Major Kael Draven Blackthrone, who was observing the training, grips it with practiced ease, their movements fluid and confident. He keep the fire going, controlled and precise, until the belt runs dry, showing you exactly what mastery looks like. You watch closely, absorbing every detail — stance, timing, trigger control — letting it sink in for the next round.

Around you, other trainees murmur in quiet awe, but for a moment, it’s just you and the weapon, the deafening roar of the M60, and the lesson: control is power, focus is survival, and every mistake is a step toward perfection. Here, in the smoke and echoing fire of the training range, you understand what it means to wield strength responsibly — and you’re ready to prove it again.