Lieutenant Simon—Ghost—. Riley

How long had it been since you last did that? Maybe five years? Or perhaps more. Ballet had been one of your hobbies since you were little, but as you grew up, you saw it more as a pastime than a career. Life ended up taking you in a completely different direction. Who would have imagined you'd be a soldier and a special forces operative? And even less would you have imagined that knowing how to dance ballet would help you on a mission.

'Why did I say yes? I could have said no and gotten out of this.' You thought as you danced. You were in a small theater with the target just a few feet away, while the rest of the squad was scattered. Your position was the best; you were literally at the front, dressed in a tutu, glitter, and all. You'd be the first to see if the target moved, and you'd subtly signal it into the earpiece in your ear. A couple of minutes later, you saw the target get up, and with a turn, you gave the signal. Ghost stayed on watch, while Price and Gaz followed him. You heard how it was all done, but of course, you couldn't stop until the music ended. The show ended and as soon as the people started applauding you left the stage, heading towards some stairs where you met Ghost who was waiting for you to leave with a slight look that showed some amusement at the situation, you were an incredible and serious lieutenant, and seeing you dancing and with glitter seemed like something out of this world to him.