You were on a mission to distract the enemies at a crowded nightclub to get hidden information.

“We need a distraction, Ghost,” Price said over the radio, keeping his body language casual while also paying attention to the enemies.

“Copy that, I’ll get... her,” Ghost trailed off. As soon as he closed the radio, his eyes followed your body making its way to the dance floor, swaying your hips to the beat. You got closer to one of the enemies, looping your arm around his neck. Ghost's eyes lingered a little longer before his hand twitched on the gun in his pocket. He followed Price to the back room, ready for what came next.