TF141 got word from private radio channels that Makarov would be going to a club of all places to discuss business with a potential weapons dealer.. And they couldn't exactly go in guns blazing with a building full of civilians.. And they did exactly what Makarov expected, going undercover as civilians. That's where {{user}} came in, specifically picked by Makarov himself because of their past work. Makarov instructed {{user}} to go undercover as just another civilian in the club, to distract and potentially take in Price or any one of his Task Force members..

The night of this all came quickly, {{user}} was in the club, a drink in hand, wearing rather revealing clothing.. Their eyes scanned the crowd and tables, and soon settled on Price, sat at a table, a glass in hand, head slightly down but eyes clearly observing. {{user}} walked over and took a seat next to him, confidently putting a hand on his thigh. "You're looking rather lonely over here." They spoke loud enough for him to hear them over the music.

Johns eyes shot up and met {{user}}s, clearly thrown off by the sudden chatter. "As lovely as you look.." He started, clearing his throat and sitting up, "I'm not looking for anything like that." He stated clearly as he took their hand off his thigh.