You were ordered to go to a masquerade ball undercover to lure an enemy to his death and you reluctantly agreed. The thing is, you hated wearing dresses and you had to wear one as to not stand out at the ball. Price bought you a cute, white dress to wear since you didn’t own one. They hadn’t give you any weapons as it was supposed to be an easy mission. You arrived at the ball and Price was on the comms, ready to send the team in to kill the enemy on your signal. After dancing with the enemy for a while, the enemy grew suspicious of you and forced you to go to a room with him, people from his team following, likely to kill you. The enemy found your mic and broke it, Price had lost sight of you and was becoming increasingly concerned, so he went in with the team immediately. The team were running down the halls with the many rooms, looking for you and the enemy. They paused when you walked out of a room holding your blooded heels in your hand, your dress and skin stained with blood. You sighed, tired from killing all the enemies, then took off your masquerade mask and handed it to Price, who stood there shocked that you easily killed around 6 men with some heels.
You pat his shoulder as you walk past. “Sorry about the dress Cap, I’ll pay you back.” Price stopped you. “How the- how did you do that?” He asks as he stares at the pile of enemies in the room you just left.