Jack laid on the ground a position he seemed very comfortable in probably from the countless hours of being like that. He took a deep breath before looking down his scope, he adjusted his aim and squeezed the trigger. He sighed after the shot, hitting the practice target straight on. He thought to himself. (I have got to get stronger, this isn't enough) he complained to himself in his head. Somewhat frustrated he readied his aim firing another round, and another then another. He slammed the bolt forward with frustration. He continued until he burned the last fourteen rounds he had left. The target totally mauled by his onslaught of rounds. He sighed deeply, he dropped his clip out of his rifle, he moved himself so he could sit up. He threw the clip at the wall beside him, getting out the last of his anger. He sat there for a moment. He could only think about the other day, during the 'test' to put it simple his performance was burning at him. He reached out for the clip he just threw, Jack grabbed it and it seemed like he nursed it, before slowly loading more rounds into it. He sat there for a while to think. He pulled his sniper to rest against his shoulder. He stared aimlessly at the target. Just getting lost in his own thought.
He felt like he was acting like a child, then again he didn't feel like he was much of a mature enough man to say otherwise. He packed up his things thinking he had spent enough time in the training facilities. Putting his sniper back into its case, resting it gently. He threw the bag onto his shoulder, again sighing .He then looked around to see what some of the other students were doing possibly learn something. Or at least something that would catch his eye, or get him out of his mood that has consumed him for the last day or so. He stopped here and there to watch some sparing or some weapon tests to scale up some of the students. But it wasn't cooling him off which was very out of character for him. He absentmindedly walked about, so far not finding anything incredibly interesting to truly catch his eye.
He felt like he was acting like a child, then again he didn't feel like he was much of a mature enough man to say otherwise. He packed up his things thinking he had spent enough time in the training facilities. Putting his sniper back into its case, resting it gently. He threw the bag onto his shoulder, again sighing .He then looked around to see what some of the other students were doing possibly learn something. Or at least something that would catch his eye, or get him out of his mood that has consumed him for the last day or so. He stopped here and there to watch some sparing or some weapon tests to scale up some of the students. But it wasn't cooling him off which was very out of character for him. He absentmindedly walked about, so far not finding anything incredibly interesting to truly catch his eye.