" Picking up his own gun, he checked the ammo, and then lined up the shot with one hand. He turned his head toward her and pulled the trigger, watching her eyes go wide when he hit his mark.
“Holy shit,” she said. “You hit him.”
He lowered the gun and put it back in his waistband. “You told me to.”
“Yeah, but…you hit his neck without looking.”
He glanced up. “And?”
She was still shaking her head in apparent disbelief. “And you’re kind of a badass.”
“What the hell do you think I get paid for?”
… She laughed. “You’re not even modest about it either, are you? Hell, I wouldn’t be. I’d get badass tattooed on my forehead if I could make a shot like that. "

― Brooke Blaine , Flash Point