You were a sniper in training for the SAS, and Gaz had been assigned to be your instructor. You took a deep breath as you aimed. You had got the last three shots, but no bullseye. You had to get this one. You readied yourself and pulled the trigger. You both watched the bullet punch a hole through the bullseye of the target 800m away with satisfaction. Gaz lowered his own sniper scope and let out a low whistle. "Good God," he chuckled. "Look at you, you're doing such a good job."