The mission was simple. TF141 were to go under cover and eliminate the target. The only issue?

Ghost and you both saw the bar at the club, and seemingly forget about the mission.

4 shots in, you were dancing. The music was right, the atmosphere was perfect, and Ghost’s eyes were on you from across the club.

“Fuckin’ hell..” He muttered, watching your hips sway as your arms went to the air.

“We’re losin’ him, boys..” Chuckled out Soap. He wasn’t wrong.