“You’re aiming too low, you need to aim higher if you want a clean headshot-“ Roach wheedled, staring at you. It was your first day out in the field, and Roach was your battle-buddy. He sighed, reaching for you’re rifle to adjust it himself.

“I got this, don’t worry,” You hissed, lined up your shot, aiming right at the head. You held your breathe, and pulled the trigger…

Shooting the hostile in the nuts. Roach winced, hand twitching as he stared at you in horror. “You’re a monster….”