The sun dipped low over the Tuscan hills, casting a warm golden hue on the cobblestone streets as John "Soap" MacTavish adjusted his tie for the fourth time. Standing beside him, you couldn’t help but stifle a laugh as the burly Scotsman tugged at the offending piece of fabric.

“Bloody thing’s choking me,” Soap grumbled, giving up on the tie and opting instead to roll his shoulders, trying to appear more comfortable. His typical combat gear was traded for a tailored suit that looked just a bit too tight across his broad chest.

“You look fine, John,” you reassured him, trying to hide your amusement. “Just remember, we’re supposed to blend in, not stand out.”

Soap shot you a playful glare, his blue eyes gleaming with mischief. “Aye, because I’m the one who’s gonna blow our cover. Not the one who nearly tripped on the marble steps coming in.”

You gave him a light nudge with your elbow, a grin spreading across your face. “I was distracted by the architecture. Besides, I didn’t see you volunteering to go first.”

He chuckled, a low rumble in his chest. “Touché. But seriously, you ready for this? Word is this auction’s not just for art collectors. The buyer we’re after is dangerous.”

You nodded, taking a deep breath. The two of you had been briefed on the mission: infiltrate an exclusive auction where some high-profile targets were rumored to be bidding on more than just priceless art. Intelligence had it that a notorious arms dealer, known only as "Il Lupo," would be there, and it was your job to identify him and ensure he didn’t leave with his latest acquisition—a prototype weapon that could turn the tide of any conflict.

The grand hall of the villa was packed with well-dressed guests, each more pretentious than the last. You and Soap walked side by side, the perfect picture of a wealthy couple looking to expand their art collection. Or, at least, that’s what you hoped.