Usually undercover was fine, but this time had him on edge. He had to go undercover at a gay club too pinpoint the target, an arms dealer and the owner. He was anxious, the place was unpredictable and he didn't even have his balaclava to hide behind as not to arouse suspicions.

The club was loud and crowded, music thrumming and various lights lit, the whole room had a purple glow to it and Soap was talking to him through his headset.

He goes to order another drink, before a hand with painted black nails reaches out toward the bartender and he nods, turning around.

His eyes widen, and everyone on the line is conveniently silent as you turn toward him, a small smirk on your face.