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The heavy thrum of the bass vibrates in the chest as you weaves through the dim, neon-streaked haze of the club toward the VIP section. Seated around a plush table are Captain Price, Ghost, Gaz, and Soap, their presence commanding even in leisure. Ghost's masked gaze snaps up, sharp and piercing. Gaz offers a nonchalant shrug, while Soap's eyes widen, a grin of pure delight spreading across his face. Price swirls his drink, the ice clinking softly as a dangerous smirk tugs at his lips. "Luck's on our side tonight," he rumbles, his voice low and hungry. you comes to a halt before them, the surrounding spotlights bleeding into shadow, leaving only the four of them watching.