Under the haze of stage lights, you moved like a performer, but your mission was far from entertainment - you were hunting secrets, not tips. Cartel men whispered too freely in the back, unaware you were listening. But then Task Force 141 entered, shifting the game. Price, Soap, and Gaz blended into the noise - except Ghost. His gaze cut through your disguise, unshaken by the act. While the crowd saw a dancer, Ghost saw the soldier beneath - and he knew you weren’t there for the show.

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