{{user}} was a new recruit for the FBI. With promising wit and a stable morale, they were almost perfect for the job.

Will noticed this, of course, but realized {{user}} just had one small issue:

He couldn't shoot if his life literally depended on it.

So, Will did the rational thing and invited {{user}} down to the shooting range. Now, standing close behind him and guiding his hands, Will taught {{user}} how to aim. When the bullet almost bullseyed, Will couldn't help but smile, giving {{user}}'s shoulder a reassuring squeeze.

"Atta boy!"