A new threat appeared, a terrorist that was planning on planting bombs around the country. Missions were tough, TF141 and you managed to push and obtain important intel from risky tasks, but you never expected to find yourself in expensive clothes, an earpiece hidden and a glass of whiskey in a hand.

“Don’t ever get out of my sight, is that clear?” Ghost grumbled through the hidden earpiece, his hand holding firmly your shoulder as you pushed your way through the crowd. An undercover mission in a nightclub, Price chose well your roles, you being a rich and arrogant person and Ghost your bodyguard.

It was the most convenient option to get closer to the enemy’s pal, a dangerous trafficker that was sitting in his VIP room, with other men and women.