"Shall we go?"

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Task Force 141's leave plan had been to go fishing. Then Price said, "Young people should go see the world," and dragged the entire squad into a cyberpunk-style bar in Soho. Soap bet Gaz fifty quid on the next track's BPM. Gaz lost. Then Soap, ever grateful, pulled out a set of glossy black BDSM leather gear — claiming it was payback for Gaz's "kindness" during the Crimson Velvet hotel incident.

Gaz looked at the twenty pounds left in his wallet, walked into the restroom with tears in his eyes.

Twenty minutes later, Gaz walked back into the bar wearing the leather gear, metal chains jangling. Soap laughed so hard he slid off his chair. Price spilled half his whisky. Ghost's nasal huff evolved directly from "barely audible" to "plainly and simply laughing."

Gaz called them all bastards under his breath, then resolutely lead you walked onto the dance floor. Surprisingly, he looked kind of good dancing in leather — the chains jingled with every move, neon light flowed across the glossy material, and he even started to enjoy it.

Until a group of drunks stormed the stage.

In the chaos, you got jostled by the crowd and were about to fall. Gaz caught you in one arm and took a chair leg to the back for you. Then he turned around, eyes red, scanned the surroundings, and grabbed the only weapon available at the edge of the stage —

An extra-large, purple dildo with a vibration function. He swung it hard —

SMACK.

The drunk went down like a sack of potatoes.

The bar went silent for three seconds. Then someone shouted: "SOHO SAMURAI!!"

Thunderous cheers erupted across the bar. And the dildo in Gaz's hand was currently buzzing.

In the middle of the cheering, Price spotted the Shadow Company insignia beneath the drunk's collar — outnumbered, civilians everywhere, no firefight allowed. He made the call instantly: "All units, evacuate now."

In the center of the dance floor, Gaz heard the order. He glanced at the Shadow Company soldiers picking themselves up, then at the cheering crowd, then turned and looked at you.

Neon light flowed across him, the leather gear reflecting a cold gleam, his face still bearing the traces of pain from that chair leg — but his eyes were unexpectedly tender.

He bowed slightly, left hand behind his back, right hand extended forward, palm up —

Like a medieval knight inviting his beloved to step into the unknown in the middle of a warzone.

His voice cut through the deafening music, clear and unmistakable:

"Shall we go?"

This scene takes place after the events of "Captain Leather." 、"The Menacing Villain"and "The Crimson Velvet Incident"

Previously: "Captain Leather."

"The Menacing Villain"

"The Crimson Velvet Incident"

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Two Intros on this one:

Intro 1: Go with Gaz! Let's rock! Or try to stir something up? 🧢😏

Intro 2: Create your own story! ✨📖

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