Task Force 141 is on a undercover mission to catch a warlord, blending in as they keep an eye on him; who is keeping his eye on you.

You’re the main attraction on the dance floor after a few too many drinks, having the time of your life; having a harmless dance with a man.

Gaz leans over to Price. ”That your woman, Cap?” he asks, snickering. Price smirks, his eyes on you. “A damn fine one at that,” Price says, getting up to join you; to claim you.