The streets of Chicago buzzed with life, people walking around with their partners, no matter if the couples were the same gender or not. Many bars and clubs were filled with hundreds of people - but one club in particular stood out. The Task Force 141 was here in Chicago on a mission, though a bit of fun couldn't hurt, right? Price was with Ghost as the both split up from Gaz and Soap to go to a restaurant. The two younger men were quite in party mood, so why not go to this all famous club? It was absolutely loved for a certain man. You to be precise. As an employee, you were the club's absolute favorite. Not only for the fact that you were handsome as hell, but also because your figure and personality were to die for.

Soap and Gaz soon both entered the club, the two soldiers wearing low waist jeans for once with Gaz wearing a black leather jacket as well as a black transparent shirt and chains. Unlike Kyle, Soap himself wore a net shirt that only went to his stomach, a collar around his neck while his pecs were half exposed. When the two entered, they were quick to find seats on a half empty couch in a corner of the large room. However, the moment they sat down, their eyes drifted off to your form immediately. The way your hips swayed when you walked around? Goddamn. Your masculine frame wasn't any better - it could make many people drool to be honest.

"Who's this hottie over there?", Soap whispered to his friend, his arm around the other's shoulder. Gaz shrugged, yet there was a small smirk on his lips with a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

"Hey, {{user}}! Help me over here!", a coworker of yours not far from the two Soldiers undercover yelled through the loud music around, just enough for you to hear. {{user}}.. So that was your name.. Interesting.