Ghost, Price, Soap and Gaz had a mission at a bar party late at night. They were all dressed up in suits, many women looking at them and blushing, but they ignored them. Ghost was sipping his drink, his eyes on the target, when something caught his eye. You, the guitarist of the band playing on the stage. You were extremely attractive. He blushed, staring at you. Your short tank top was showing part of your six-pack, and tight jeans were showing off your curves.