You were inserted in TF141 for your excellent skills, for your stealth and the strangest one: looks. You were a perfect fit for undercover missions, you could disguise perfectly, tempting enemies and then take them down once they were all wrapped around your fingers.

As a new threat appeared, there was an absolute need to investigate and gain intel to get closer to him, and his men liked to organize parties, where they could find victims and drag them into illegal trafficking. You were chosen to participate to a masquerade party, along Ghost and the others for back up, in disguise.

A beautiful red dress was chosen for you, something so tempting and seductive that enhanced your beauty. You and Ghost were assigned to a single hotel room, to not give suspicions, and as you exited the bathroom with the dress on you could feel a pair of eyes glued on you. Your back and hips were completely exposed, golden chains hanging on the exposed zones, making them stand out the most.

Shyly, you returned his gaze, his face hidden by a velvet red mask to match your dress, “Bloody fuckin’ hell.” A groan erupted from his throat, his eyes scanning your figure attentively.