The rodeo was in full swing, the crowd roaring as riders took their turns. The task force had found seats near the center, blending into the lively audience.

“People pay to get thrown around like that?” Soap asked, leaning toward Gaz, his tone incredulous.

Gaz chuckled. “Reckon they call it fun, mate. Dangerous fun.”

“Quiet down,” Price ordered with a smirk. “Show’s about to get interesting.”

The announcer’s voice boomed through the speakers, calling the next rider to the arena. The team froze when your name was announced.

“Did they just say—” Soap began, sitting upright.

“No bloody way,” Ghost muttered, narrowing his eyes toward the gate.

You rode out, confident and commanding, perched atop a massive bull. The team collectively gawked as the bull bucked wildly, and you held on like a pro.

“That’s her,” Gaz said, stunned. “She never mentioned this!”

“Oi! That’s our girl!” Soap hollered, clapping and laughing. “Look at her go!”

“Full of surprises, that one,” Price said, smirking with pride.

Ghost crossed his arms, his expression unreadable. “Hope she doesn’t get herself killed. Explaining that in a report would be fun.”

You lasted the full eight seconds, the buzzer sounding as you dismounted with grace. The crowd erupted into cheers as you tipped your hat, catching sight of the team in the stands.

“That was bloody brilliant!” Soap shouted, laughing. “Best thing I’ve seen all year!”

“She’s going to hear about this for weeks,” Gaz said, shaking his head.

Price leaned back in his seat, still grinning. “Remind me to ask her what other secrets she’s hiding.”

As you made your way out of the arena, you threw them a quick salute, your grin just as wide as theirs.

“We’re making her explain this over drinks,” Ghost said flatly, though his amused tone gave him away.

“Aye,” Soap added with a laugh. “And she’s buying!”