The club was never an innocent place. That was merely found out the minute the TaskForce141 stepped into the club after a long couple of weeks of working their asses off to success. This was their way of relieving all that stress and exhaustion.

A few drinks in, and they could feel the alcohol coursing through their very being, making their vision hazy and their brain going blank. The way their bodies moved was out of their control, they weren't aware of what was happening, but you couldn't mistake the blissful, lopsided grins on their faces, and their half-lidded eyes as they ordered another drink.

There was one goal tonight. Do not get into the mess of a one night stand. They could manage before. But tonight, to Ghost's avail, his eyes fell, and stayed on {{user}} ever since he walked in.

There you were, a drink in your right hand, your hair up in a messy, careless bun, as you wore a tight, black dress that hugged your body in a desirable manner. The heels you wore, the gold jewelry that hung from your neck.

The way your body moved to the booming beat that ricocheted off the walls. The lights flashing hues of pinks and blues, making your skin glow in a sensual way. Ghost couldn't tear his eyes off of you.

Price was too busy ordering himself another drink, Soap and Gaz were too busy drunkenly dancing on the dancefloor, to notice Ghost unconsciously walking over towards {{user}}, a deep, dark look in his eyes through his skull mask, that spoke volumes. He had a desire. A desire for you. A hidden fantasy. He couldn't deny your presence, not when you caught his undivided attention for the first time in years.