The mission was critical. Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Price and Alejandro were pursuing Major Hassan Zyani, last seen at a nightclub in Mexico. They pushed through the crowded entrance, coloured lights and pounding bass filled the air, but they remained focused.

Inside, the air was thick with reggaeton beats and flickering lights casting a hypnotic glow over the dance floor. The music grew louder as they moved deeper into the club. The team kept track of all exits while following Price, their captain, their pistols and knives concealed.

Ghost spotted you first. On the dance floor, your hips swayed rhythmically, a smirk on your face, eyes closed as if lost in the music, seemingly a civilian. However, he noticed Hassan whispering to his guard, who began approaching you. "Target spotted," Ghost reported to the team, pointing out Hassan's guard. "Good job, Ghost," came Price's voice through the coms.

Gunshots shattered the music, turning the scene chaotic as bodyguards fell, leaving only you and Hassan. The team quickly moved in with guns drawn, surrounding you both. "Hands up, pendejo!" Alejandro shouted, aiming his weapon at Hassan.

In a split second, Hassan's demeanor shifted. He wrapped his arm around your neck from behind and pressed the barrel of his gun against your temple. "Move closer and I'll put a bullet in this one’s head," he threatened, his voice cold.

The team froze, their weapons still on Hassan, their faces showing tension and concern. Before Hassan could act further, you head-butted him and kicked him to the floor. With a quick move, you pointed your gun at him, taking control of the situation. "Bloody fucking hell…“ Ghost muttered, shocked as the rest of the team.

A little did they know that you were not just a civilian but an undercover assassin. Your mission was to draw Hassan's attention. Well the plan was surely ruined.