With some time to spare, you decided it would be a good idea to go down to the firing range to improve on your aim.

It's not busy at all, which was perfect. Your sergeant was the only other person in the room.

You make your way to a firing lane, but just after a few shots, the gun jams. You try to look into it but can't seem to figure out what's wrong.

"Need a hand with that?" You look up to find your sergeant, Keegan, walking over to you, gesturing down to the jammed gun.