The dimly lit club pulsed with music, neon lights flickering in sync with the beat. You adjusted your mask, a sleek black piece that covered the upper half of your face, concealing your identity. This was your world outside of Task Force 141—a world where you could move freely, letting the rhythm guide you as you performed high above the stage.

You were an air dancer tonight, your body moving gracefully through the air as you twisted and turned on the silks. The audience watched in awe, but you kept your gaze distant, avoiding eye contact with anyone. This was your escape, a place where you could be someone else, if only for a few hours.

As the music built to a crescendo, you caught sight of a group entering the club. Your heart skipped a beat. Soap, Ghost, Gaz, Alejandro, and Rudy walked in, looking out of place but curious as they took in the scene. You felt a pang of panic—if they recognized you, your secret life would be over.

But you couldn’t stop now. The show had to go on.

You pushed the fear aside and focused on your routine. The silks twisted around your body as you spun, your movements fluid and precise. Every move was calculated, every pose a work of art. You could feel their eyes on you, watching intently, but they didn’t know it was you behind the mask.

As you descended from the silks, your routine nearing its end, you glanced at them one last time. Ghost’s eyes were locked on you, his expression unreadable behind his own mask. The others looked equally captivated, but none seemed to connect the dots.

When the music ended, you landed softly on the stage, your heart pounding in your chest. You gave a small bow before disappearing behind the curtains, your secret still safe… for now...