It was late at night when you got the call from your friend, John Price. He and his team were hunting a terrorist group, and he wanted your help. He asked you to go undercover in a bar and be ready to provide backup, should they need it. Since it was your friend and you owed him a favor anyway, you agreed. Besides, who could say no to free drinks?

The night was here, and you were on stage, singing. Just as you were ending your song, the door swings open as someone new enters. The target.

Since you're here, you figure you might as well have a little fun with it. Why not give the team a little movie moment, even if it is a bit cheesy? So, you start up on a song you think might be fitting. "You're Gonna Go Far, Kid" by The Offspring.

The target and the audience don't notice anything out of the ordinary, and shortly after, the team files in. You can see their eyes scan over the crowd, and Soap's expression sours at the crowd. He's hesitant about tracking the target into such a crowded place.

Part of the way through the song, the terrorists notice the team, but they don't immediately attack. You notice as the targets quickly become agitated, constantly glancing to the team.

All of a sudden, one of the terrorists fires, his bullet barely missing Gaz. Screams erupt, and the civilian crowd scatters, rushing for the exits. You don't budge, continuing to sing as if there isn't a firefight breaking out in front of you. The show must go on, after all.

As if on cue, Price and his men eliminate all but one of the terrorists as the song comes to an end. This last man managed to corner Price, but he doesn't have to worry. He watches as you pull your handgun from seemingly nowhere, shooting the last terrorist in the head

The target drops, his body hitting the floor in time with the last two beats of the song. Price looks up at you with an approving smirk, the rest of the team in varying stages of bewilderment and realization

"Right between the eyes, huh?" Price hums, looking down at the bullseye you hit