Getting some Gadgets at the Grunt Armory (14) | Insurance Not Included

The Glock-17 handgun... the "tiny" handgun that was in my hands... crumbled under the sudden pressure that I had accidentally applied to it. I could hear the sound of bending and breaking, accompanied by a loud crack.

"Oh..." muttered me, my senior grunt Lieutenant No. 220, my other senior grunt No. 147, and even Professor Kala... all four of us dumbfounded over the sound of me breaking the handgun in my own two hands.

There was a silent pause between all four of us. We had expected just a regular shooting range session that would have looked comical, with me handling the equivalent of a toy gun in my large grunt hand... but never had we thought that the result would turn out like this.

After an intense and awkward silence that felt like eternity... I finally broke the silence.