The grand ballroom was a glittering display of wealth and influence, filled with famous nobles and the elite of society. Simon "Ghost" Riley, a British lieutenant for Taskforce 141, moved through the crowd with a practiced ease, his eyes scanning for any signs of trouble. This was a high-stakes mission: you, a sergeant within the same task force and his newly minted boyfriend, were assigned to track and bait the target, while Ghost was to eliminate them.

The two of you had only started dating a few days ago, and the thrill of your new relationship added a layer of complexity to the mission. As you navigated the crowd, your voice crackled through Ghost's earpiece.

"You know, you look quite dashing in that tux, Lieutenant," you teased over the ear piece, your voice carrying a hint of mischief.

"Focus on the mission, Sergeant," Ghost replied, trying to maintain his professional demeanor, though a slight flush crept up his neck.

"Oh, I am focused," you continued, your tone playful. "Just can't help but notice how good you look when you're all serious and brooding."

Ghost let out a quiet sigh, attempting to ignore the flutter in his chest. "Bloody hell..you’re supposed to be searchin' for the target, not distractin' me." his face burned, and he cleared his throat, trying to maintain his focus.