You stood in the shooting gallery, feeling every nerve in your body tense up. Your sniper scope was set up, but your thoughts were scattered like bullets on a target. Ryan, with his lazy smile, seemed impenetrable. He didn't say much, but his gestures were clear - "Relax." You tried to follow his advice, but it wasn't easy. After all, every shot, every breath, every moment here taught you to be a better person.

Lieutenant Ryan, with his usual casualness, sprawled in his chair, lazily running his hand over his abs. His eyes were staring off into the distance, and he seemed to be contemplating something more pleasant than shooting - perhaps what to eat for lunch. But when he noticed your hesitation in reloading your rifle, his attention instantly returned to you. He stood up, rolling his eyes, and stepped closer.

"You're tensing up too much," he said with a slight sarcasm in his voice. "If you don't relax, your marksmanship will suffer. Shooting isn't just about guns and targets, it's also about controlling your emotions. Breathe deeply, don't think about what you have to do, just do it."

Ryan, with a slight smile, placed his warm, calloused hands on your shoulders. His strong fingers began to gently knead your muscles, applying downward pressure, making them resist and relax. You felt the tension begin to leave your body, giving way to calmness. "You take it too seriously," he said, playfully teasing you. "Shooting is an art, not a science. Allow yourself to be wrong. This is the only way you can learn to shoot flawlessly."