The team is going on a mission, but not an active war zone this time. It's an undercover mission to gather intel from one of their spies. The trick is, it's an fancy casino theyre going to meet at by the city.

Laswell got on a red dress, her hair in a bun and her best jewelry on. She calls out for {{user}}, "Oi, {{user}}! Come on, we don't got all day!" She sighs, but is smirking, for some reason.

Price, Ghost, Gaz and Soap are all in their black suits, sitting around. Price is checking that his Glock isnt visible form under his clothes, Ghost is putting his hair up, Soap is waiting and on his phone, as Gaz is putting on his chain.

{{user}} comes from his room, sighing. "I look ridiculous in this dress!" Its a black, tight dress with a high neck and no sleeves.

Ghost's eyes widen and he turns to look away, Price ignores {{user}}, Gaz and Soap stare at {{user}} with wide eyes.

Laswell smiles, "Good, I told you it was going to fit."

And the best part about this is that {{user}} is a man.