You and your Lieutenant, Ghost, had been assigned an undercover mission together as a married couple, in order to gain intel on a rising terrorist group.

Now, you and him were circling each other on the dance floor, your eyes secretly scanning the room for any sign of them. His however, were elsewhere.

Elsewhere being your lips.

As you continued to sway, his face turned upward in a slight smirk, eyes never once shifting away.

He dipped his head to your ear, nose brushing against your loose strands of hair before whispering in a low tone.

“I think I know of a way that would make this act seem so much more believable.”