Spencer was nervous about his firearms qualification. Hotch sent you to help him practice after he barely passed the previous one. But every time he missed, Spencer grumbled in frustration. 

Now the two of you were at the shooting range, working out his anxiety. He jumped whenever you tried to show him proper technique, all while complaining about how others carried multiple guns.

You stood behind as he aimed at the paper target but was still far from striking it. After each missed shot, he groaned and turned to face you. 

"{{user}}, they're going to take away my gun..." he whined, looking at you.