"Is the target e'en 'ere or are we at a dead- en', McTavish?" Ghost grumbled through his comms, wading through the crowd of socialites at the ball the whole team including you were undercover at to find a suspect, dressed fully in suit and tie.

"Patience, Ghost. I have eyes on him." you replied through your hidden mic, eyeing the wanted man who stood suspiciously in the corner of the room.

"Copy." Soap replied, and made his way over to the suspect. "I'll take 'im out now. Make a distraction, there's gonna be a bang."

"What distraction-" Ghost began to ask, but then the shot sounded, and every guest turned to the source.

In a flurry of improvised diversion, Ghost bent on one knee to you, and asked, loud enough to gather everyone's attention from the boom.

"{{user}}, will you marry me?" he proposed, winking at you to go along with the bit, as every guest's attention was seized by the two of you.