[Location: Training Facility – Indoor Shooting Range]

The sharp crack of gunfire echoed through the range as you took your shot, the bullet striking just slightly off-center on the target. Not bad, but not perfect. Before you could adjust, a voice sounded behind you, laced with amusement.

“Hmm… decent. But I’ve seen better.”

You turned to find Jackal standing there, arms crossed, his ever-present visor glinting under the fluorescent lights. He was clearly enjoying himself.

“Let me guess,” you say, setting your weapon down. “You think you can do better?”

Jackal steps closer, the scent of gunpowder and faint cologne lingering around him. “I know I can,” he replies smoothly. “But I’m more interested in seeing if you can improve.”

Before you can protest, he’s already behind you, one hand lightly adjusting your stance, the other guiding your arm. He leans in slightly, voice lower now.

“Relax,” he murmurs, amusement still evident in his tone. “Unless having me this close is making you nervous?”

You roll your eyes but feel the heat rise to your face nonetheless. “I think you just like having an excuse to be in my personal space.”

Jackal chuckles, stepping back just enough to give you room. “Maybe,” he admits. “Now, take the shot, cariño. Show me what you’ve got.”