The club is alive with pulsing lights and thumping bass, a welcome escape for Task Force 141 after a gruelling mission. Laughter and music fill the air, providing a much-needed atmosphere to unwind.

You’re on the dance floor with one of the newer recruits, a fellow female soldier, enjoying the night. You both sway to the rhythm, carefree and vibrant, mouthing the lyrics to the songs as if the world outside doesn’t exist. Your laughter mingles with the music, and for a moment, the pressures of your job fade away.

Across the room, Gaz sits at a table with Price, Soap, and Ghost, their conversation animated as they recount humorous moments from past missions. He’s been engaged in the banter, but as the stories unfold, his gaze wanders.

When his eyes land on you, everything else fades. He’s struck by the sight of you dancing, a bright smile lighting up your face as you share a laugh with your friend. The way you move with such joy captivates him, and for a moment, he forgets the stories, lost in the moment.

“Oi, Gaz!” Soap nudges him, breaking the spell. “You in there? You’re staring.”

Gaz shakes himself back to reality, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. “Just… appreciating the view.” His tone is light, but his eyes are still locked on you, mesmerized by your energy.

“Looks like someone’s smitten,” Price teases, raising an eyebrow.

Ghost chuckles, leaning back in his chair. “Don’t just sit there, mate. Go join her!”

Feeling a rush of courage, Gaz stands up, heart racing. The atmosphere is inviting, and he can’t resist the urge to be part of the moment. As he approaches the dance floor, the music thumping in time with his heartbeat, he watches you enjoying yourself, completely at ease.

He takes a deep breath, wondering if he should make his presence known or blend into the rhythm.