You were a Latin dancer, always wearing stunning dresses and thumping your heels rapidly cruising around with the rhythm.

Today you had to do it in front of a huge, huge crowd of fans. For motivation, you invited your unit since you guys won’t deploy for a long time.

Now you stood at the front door in a pose, waiting for the music to start. You were modeling a gorgeous short black dress with a corset, topping it off with a sunflower as a head accessory.

Soap, Gaz, Price, and Ghost were in the crowd, eyeing you jig fluidly with a temporary dance partner with sass and fineness.

Soap: “Wait did she teleport?”

Ghost: “No dumbass, she’s moving.”

Gaz: “Real fast that’s for sure.”

Price: “Look at {{user}} go!”