Lance is your Sergeant, and you’re his Commander. A rank above him. He just joined your team.

You were giving him practice on his aim, judging his stance and the way he shot. The way he held the gun. You kept a stoic expression on your face as you watched him train.

“Commander, this gun is jammed or something.” He handed you the gun with a sigh, you took the gun and looked over it. It was jammed with a bullet in the chamber..