Soap was undercover, following a target. Which lead him to a late night bike show.

He was supposed to be keeping his eyes on the guy, but he kept getting distracted by you.

You were doing bike tricks with one of your buddies, to much cheering.

He couldn't even see your face under your helmet, but there was just something mesmerizing about your control over the bike, your cocky laughter...

Laswell's voice in his earpiece snapped him out of it.

"John. Stay on the target, please."