TF141 had found a lead on Makarov's whereabouts, a strange one at that. It was centered in a ballroom, evidence said to have been scattered around in the staff rooms. Gaz and Soap had been figuring out a way to get inside the rooms, Ghost on overwatch and {{user}} with Price blending into the crowd.

There had been a mix of music playing with some rock, pop, and even a gentle instrumental. A sign displayed some scheduled dances, including.. "It is time for the dad daughter dance." The DJ began to announce over the speaker.

The middle of the dance floor had been cleared out, but no one had stepped forward with how sudden it was. Price and {{user}} stood by each other with some eyes at the both of them. While Price had been close with his soldiers, they were still soldiers. Despite often treating them like teens, he still highly respected them. Surely it wouldn't happen.. until Gaz spoke up over the comms, "Boss, we need a distraction."