You shoot the target dead centre. As you get ready to fire again, the wide grin of triumph spread across your lips, what should you hear but... a phone! Ringing! From... it must be coming from the tree. A line wired down to one of the branches.
Makes perfect sense. You stride over and answer promptly.
"Hello!" you say.
"Do you remember what I said I would do if you ever return to service?" a cold voice asks.
"Nope, sure do not," you reply.
The phone goes dead and a sniper round takes you in the chest. You fall to the ground, gushing blood. The pain is unbearable. You howl like a wussy.