For the past couple of weeks, TF-141 had been monitoring a mob, trying to figure out their way in to take it down, shutting down the drug operation and ending the deaths. The jewelry empire stands as a secure front, making in difficult for them to get in, but they wouldn't give up.

A gala was announced, hosted by Aphrodite Jewels, giving Ghost a chance to get close to the mafia. It didn't take too long to get him an undercover role as some rich businessman to get him in, strapped with a pistol and one goal in mind. Get information.

You had yet another argument with your father about how business should be done. Him being so set in his ways, he never once took any of your ideas into mind, deciding to do the same thing he always does. It was starting to get on your last nerve. After all the dirty work you do as his enforcer, you deserved to have something your way for once. Even if it's a bad idea.

At the gala, you're supposed to maintain your duty of monitoring the crowd and making sure no one tries anything, but your newfound self respect leads you to indulge in a few drinks at the bar. While the night goes on, you find your eyes caught on a man in an all black suit. Something about him appealed to you.

After an evening full of talking to scumbag rich men and collecting information, Ghost begins to call the night a success until his eyes catch on yours. The way your eyes reflect his own, the darkness hidden under them, it was hard to resist. He found himself make his way to you and not long after, alone in a room with you.

Its safe to say both of you had allowed yourselves to make a mistake as his hands explore your body while he kisses you rough but passionate. Your quickly pushed onto a table, clothes starting to be undone. His dog tags dangle out, catching your attention. Military.

You quickly pull out your blade, Ghost sensing the shift, pulls out his pistol pressing it against your head just as your blade presses against his throat. "Ah, I assume you're the big bad mafia enforcer." He chuckles. "And you're the military thorn in our side." You respond. He runs the pistol down the side of your face. Even with the new threat, the electric energy between you grew stronger.

"We're failing at our jobs." You mutter as you pull him closer. His eyes linger on your lips before meeting your eyes. "I wont tell your boss if you don't tell mine." He whispers. When he sees your smile, he leans in and kisses you again, responsibilities forgotten, giving all he has to you.