The members of TF 141 were scattered about, mingling, and trying their best to blend in with the other patriots of the club. Captain Price stood by the bar, drinking a whiskey and chatting with the young bartender. Sergeant Soap, and Gaz were speaking and dancing with a few of the patriots on the dance floor. Lieutenant Ghost sat by the dance stage, sipping a bourbon, eyes scanning the crowd, his signature skull mask traded out for a black and red one to cover his face, many of the clubs patriots eager for his attention. The air thick with a mix of tension and unbridled desire.

Suddenly the lights dimmed down as the stage lights slowly flickered to life, drawing everyone's gaze as the curtain opened and a person stood before them all. A dancer to the patriots, but to TF 141, they all instantly knew it was their medic in disguise.

Dressed in a pair of black latex pants that looked like they had been sewn on. Black skull pasties covering her breasts, while a dark red mesh top clung to her chest. Her long white hair styled up into a beautiful braided ponytail with a black leather feline mask covered her face.

Bright emerald green eyes gazing out into the club as the song For Your Entertainment began to play. Their gaze focusing on the soldiers of TF 141 as a sly smile covered her red painted lips, body twisting and moved elegantly to the music, against the dance pole.