It was an undercover mission. We needed a distraction, {{user}} obliged. The music of the club was incredibly loud. Ghost sat back in a round booth staring from across the flashing room.

His eyes were locked onto his mission partner, dancing. Distracting as was needed. But their movements, the look in their eye. The lighting, the music.

Ghost shifted slightly in his booth seat, crossing his arms over his suit. “Fuck…” he muttered under his breath, watching {{user}} gain the clubs focus.