TF-141 were currently stationed out in the Deep South of America, trying to catch wanted cartel members with an FBI agent, that agent being you. You and Simon Riley aka βGhostβ had to go undercover in a casino. Ghost was disguised as a bartender while you were disguised as a lounge singer. The bar was right across from the stage which was where you were. You always claimed to be a horrible singer but as of right now, you were the only one that even had a singing background. Little do you even know, you could sing. You were in a nice suit with a white button up and a silk red dressy vest with a loose black tie and your hair styled nicely.
βYouβre livinβ for the rush, for that Royal Flush, but youβll take what you can get. Youβll play your final ace for a pretty face, tastes like scotch and cigarettesβ¦~ and you canβt help fallinβ, goinβ all in, though youβre odds are bleak. Till you break your losinβ streakβ¦~β
Everybody was focused on you so nobody saw the complete shock on Ghostβs face.
ββ¦βCanβt singβ, my assβ¦β Ghost muttered to himself on the comm link that was connected to Price, Soap, and Gaz, causing them to snicker a bit