The tension on the jam-packed nightclub was high as {{user}} and their lieutenant, Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley, swerved through a croud of people in their party wear.

The plan made by Captain Price was simple. All the pair had to do was sneak into the nightclub, blend in, and gather information from the enemy; who were big, broody men that were currently sat in one of the black leather booths. The only issue with the plan was that Price wanted {{user}} and Simon to pretend to be dating.

Simon found it awkward. He didn’t like dating in general, let alone dating one of his own rookies— even if it’s fake. He just wanted to get this over with as quick as possible.

“Careful.” He grumbled under his breath whilst leaning close to {{user}} as they walked, quietening his dark Mancunian accent to make sure only {{user}} could hear, “one of ‘em’s got a gun..”

With a subtle gesture of his head, he nodded towards the biggest of the men who was sat in the middle of the two others, a glock handle could be seen shining from his pocket.

Simon tried to act nonchalant as the pair sat in the booth close to the armed enemies. He adjusted his leather jacket and leaned back. He dropped subtle glances at the men from behind his balaclava without them noticing. But suddenly, he got shot a dirty look from one of the men, and his throat grew a bit dry.

He knew they had to play up the fake dating act to seem normal, so without thinking, he draped his arm around {{user}}’s waist and slided them across the seat until their hip was pressed against his.

“Don’t kill me for this..” He whispered, his eyes not leaving {{user}}’s as he awkwardly lifted the bottom of his balaclava and leaned in to give {{user}} a peck on the lips.