It had been a quiet evening at base, with most of the Task Force gathered in the common room after a long day of training. Soap was flipping through channels on the TV when a news flash about a runway show caught his eye.

“Who watches this stuff?” he muttered, about to change the channel when a headline grabbed everyone’s attention: Supermodel’s Shocking Return to the Runway. Gaz, lounging nearby, perked up at the announcement. “Hold on, isn’t this that big show everyone’s been talking about?”

“Yeah,” Soap shrugged. “No idea why it’s such a big deal.”

Just then, Price walked in, catching the buzz of the room. “What’s all this about?”

“Some supermodel or something,” Soap replied. “They’re live-streaming the opening, apparently.”

“Let’s see what all the fuss is about,” Ghost said, leaning back, half-interested as the show began to play.

As the lights dimmed on-screen, the camera zoomed in on the runway. A tall, confident figure stepped onto the stage, their presence commanding every eye in the room. The moment the camera focused on their face, the entire Task Force went dead silent.

“Wait… is that…?” Soap stammered, leaning forward in disbelief. Price raised an eyebrow, watching as the model—you—gracefully walked down the runway, the world at your feet. Every step you took was poised, magnetic, and utterly captivating.

“That’s them,” Ghost finally said, his voice low, the shock clear. “That’s our teammate.”

“Since when are they a model?” Soap asked, wide-eyed. “I mean, I knew they were never around, but… this?”

As the show continued, a collective realization settled over the room: the person they had known only as a skilled and quiet part-time soldier was, in fact, one of the world’s most famous supermodels.

“Well, this explains why they’re not at base much,” Price remarked, his tone amused. “Bit different from our line of work, wouldn’t you say?”

“Can’t wait to ask them about this,” Soap said with a grin, already plotting how to tease you about your secret life when you got back to base.