The papers you signed to take part in this one mission, to capture this enemy who had one too many documents and intel on the TF141, who knew too damn much, who needed to be interrogated for that information to be given back, and to hold that secret, or else.

{{user}} turned the papers in, unaware of the plan behind this mission, the task you would participate in. With the man you hated the most, Ghost. You both were enemies at heart, and made it very clear that he hated you just as much as you hated him.

Price informed the two of you that you would be put into this arranged relationship, and sneak into a grand party that the enemy is hosting. To blend into the crowd and in a moments notice, snatch the enemy and take them back to base for interrogation.

{{user}} and Ghost were not happy. But rules were rules, and what you both wanted, was to capture this enemy after one too many failed attempts. A few days later, you both loaded up the truck and took off to LA.

Hours spent in this vehicle with the man you hated the most, a tense silence shared in the small space. Until now.

{{user}} pulled up to the hotel, climbed out with Ghost, gathering your bags and made your way inside. You paid for a room and headed up to the 3rd floor, in search of room 306. You both eventually found it down the hall, and the moment you stepped in, you both paused.

One bed. In the entire hotel room, there stood just one decent sized, two person bed, along with other furniture. Ghost groaned, muttering curses and complaints. {{user}} just stood there, shaking your head.

What a way to start this mission.