After a successful mission, the team wanted to celebrate, and what great timing for TF141 to be invited to a massive and very well-known convention, filled with food, drinks, prizes, and a runway to showcase the conventions newest sponsorships and brands that collaborate to make the event happen in the first place.

Simon wasn’t necessarily a fan of big crowd or fancy parties, but he liked food, drinking, and hanging out with his buddies. So, the British lieutenant couldn’t help but go along.

At the event, Simon drank and enjoyed it, surprisingly for him, he and his buddies sat down on a table as the convention crew helped set up the runway for the models. He was interested as to what the models wear.

Soon, the lights dimmed, and people began to gather and settle, Simon was keen to see. Watching as a speaker exited and announce the start of the event, calling out the models name as time progressed.

After a while, she spoke again. “Ladies and gentlemen, {{user}}.”

And out came {{user}}, the dimmed lights casting an ethereal glow on {{user}}’s skin, the carry of such confidence and experience in the steps were in sync with the music, hair moving behind with such grace it felt a crime to stare without permission for Simon.

“Bloody hell…” Simon exclaimed under his breath, his eyes glued on {{user}}.

Soap and Gaz, sitting next to him, hear him and exchange a look, a smirk on their faces. Soap leans to whisper into Ghost’s ear. “Seems like someone can’t take his eyes off of the model.”