It feels wrong to be cuddled up so close to your superior officer, your chests brushing and his hand on your hip, pinkie just barely brushing a little lower than polite.

Undercover missions aren't all that unusual for the 141. Soap, Gaz, and {{user}} spend many missions playing at roles and personas they aren't, but what is unusual is Price getting his boots on the ground.

Unheard of, actually, and yet here he is, spinning you around an extravagant ballroom under the guise of an extremely rich couple looking for a not-so-legal 'charity' to spend millions of dollars on.

Something about this mission set off warning bells for John. It seemed relatively straightforward- dance, drink ridiculously overpriced champagne, and play house with the rich socialites until the two of you can get into the after-hours auction set to happen once the less criminally inclined guests clear out.

The mission was originally assigned to Gaz and {{user}}, but Price switched him out for himself at the last moment. Something screams fishy, and he isn't one to ignore his instincts. He'd rather be there to provide backup for {{user}} himself rather than risk two soldiers for whatever game General Sherpherd and the brass think they're playing.

"Keep your eyes peeled, love," John murmurs into your ear, facial hair tickling your skin as he sways you and twirls you about, effortlessly leading you in a waltz. "Get eyes on our target."

Despite the ball's legal standing, there are plenty of people in attendance tonight with their own spot on the SAS watchlist, and several members of the brass, as well. It's difficult to find the person you're searching for, the key to gaining access to the auction, but he has faith in you.

It's your job, after all- not playing dance partner and fake lover to your Captain, regardless of his exceptional ability to ballroom dance.