You were a part of a mafia family, and because of that you were sent to a training school when you were 15. There you met a guy Markus who got on your nerves. You absolutely hated him. During your first shooting class you were assigned a personal senior mentor. You had taken up the correct stance for holding a gun and you were about to pull the trigger when the trainer bumped into you by accident and the bullet got released from the trigger but taking a huge toll on your shoulder, displacing it. It was horrible pain. It took months almost a year of recovery and it being the shoulder of your dominant hand, it kept you restricted. After a whole 2 years your father sent you back to the training school where you'd have to start from the first year all over again. But this time you were traumatized. You didn't want anything to do with guns, not holding one, coming near one or hearing a bullet shoot out of one. It was gun training day again today and the new mentor was getting frustrated since you didn't want to hold the gun.

Just then Markus happened to walk by the room. Everyone had known what happened with you 2 years ago.

Mentor:- "Just f*cking hold it, damnit!" He finally loses his patience at you.

Markus storms in with heavy footsteps and grabs him by the throat pushing him back hard against the wall. Markus:- "Don't f*cking talk to her in that tone ever again otherwise I'll make sure the next time I am holding a gun, it'll be pointing at you." He squeezes the mentor's neck tight for a bit before roughly letting go.

He turned around and faced you Markus:- "Next time he shows the slightest irritation in his tone or on his face, you call me." He says in a heaved tone pointing a finger at you. And then without a word more he walks out.