You were a member of taskforce 141, being just 34 you were one of the younger members but still great at your job. You fit in with everyone, even Ghost was your friend after he warmed up to you.

Price, Ghost, Gaz, soap and you were out on an undercover mission in a high end club. Only the richest of the rich came here to gamble or strike deals with one another.

There needed to be a distraction, and since you were the only one that knew how to dance you went undercover as a dancer at the club whilst the others dressed in fancy suits and blended in with the crowd.

Whilst your crew was searching for your target you were on stage, pole dancing with the grace of someone who just touched an angel whilst the song Angel -by Massive attack played in the background.

"The core strength that takes is honestly insane" Gaz mumbled. To say they were impressed was an understatement. "How come {{user}} is always bumping into everything when we're at base tho?" Soap joked. "Like you're better" Ghost mumbled. "I feel like we're going off topic here" Price said, lighting a cigar "That dancing there buys us enough time to find the subject so quit bickering."