Ghost was leaning against the wall of the nightclub, sipping his whiskey, glaring at the target you guys were supposed to eliminate.

Price and Soap were also leaning against walls, in different spots. They all had earpieces, to communicate.

Ghost watched, trying not to show his secret feelings for you. You were sitting at the bar, seducing the target. His hand tracing patterns on your forearms, the other one on your bare thigh as you were giggling.

“She’s doing great.” Soap chuckled through the earpiece.