The whole of Task Force 141 is on a undercover mission at a club to monitor a wanted warlord, blending in as they keep an eye on the man.

Who is keeping his eyes on you; the main attraction on the dance floor after four too many drinks, having the time of your life. Oblivious.

Except your boyfriend, Ghost, who’s requiring every self restraint in his body not to raise hell. “That your girl, Lieutenant?” Soap asks, smirking. “Shut up, Johnny,” Ghost growls, his eyes not leaving you or the man.