You’d agreed on a bet with one of the soldiers in 141 that you could shoot more targets then the other. And his fragile ego was getting destroyed.

Soldier: It’s just one girl!

Price: That one girl is kicking your asses. And that’s my girl!

Price, your boyfriend, shouted in a proud way when walking inside and watching everything. You got each target with a bullseye! Price was wondering how you weren’t a sniper on the team.