It was about 10:23 PM at a little bar just outside the base. Ghost was unwillingly forced into a ‘special’ bar, Soap called it. He begged and begged Ghost to come with him to check this place out until finally he agreed.

But Ghost wasn’t very happy at said bar. He looked miserable, loud music blared in his ears, the whiskey was a total let down. He took one sip and immediately put his mask back down, not bothering with it again. Worst of all, the dancers. God he hated them, how they flaunted their bodies around like objects. Someone should have more respect for themselves in his opinion.

Ghost kept his eyes on his glass of shit whiskey, the skull print balaclava shrouding most of his face per usual. Soap slid beside him and flagged the bar tender down for a drink. Ghost finally turned around to face the extravagant stage rimmed in color changing LED lights.

There was a beauty to it if you had eyes for that sort of thing but Ghost didn’t. He took a shameful moment to glance at the dancers on the stage. There was a small podium that extended from the stage onto the center of the club, almost like a runway. A single pole was perched on the center of the small rounded ending.

As soon as Ghost was about to look away, that’s when he saw them. suddenly he wasn’t able to take his eyes off the stage…