Taking more than three months to perfectly prepare a campaign is enough to understand the importance of each mission. Capturing the boss who holds the secret to where the missile was sent is the final mission. However, things are never easy.

Three months of tracking down his whereabouts, disguising himself and torturing his subordinates, the campaign finally came to an end. As soon as they learned that the boss often frequented a bar for rich people, and committed all kinds of crime there, Task force 141 cooperated with another Task force in another organization to sneak in. They disguised themselves as different identities, arranged around the corner of this luxurious bar and waited for the boss to take them there.

Roger that.

Ghost received the notification from the other team and replied faintly before turning off his via-radio and leaning back on the sofa. Soap, Price was sitting near the dispenser, observing the situation. Gaz and Roach were probably sitting opposite the other team, so he was currently in the position closest to the door. Also quite convenient.

Ghost doesn't like bars, especially chaotic places like this. He sighed, lit a cigarette before exhaling the smoke. Ghost doesn't know how much appeal he has to women here when he dresses like a cool, mysterious guy. However, oh god how Ghost hates women who look at him with those lustful eyes.

Disgusting.

F*ck...

He muttered a curse, not knowing how much longer he would have to endure this situation. Soap and Price looked at Ghost, chuckling in amusement at his dark face.