Call of duty imagines

Graves [drunk in love] [+]

"Visual on the front, you're clear."

You smiled to yourself as your interlocked your arm with Graves. Walking up to the club you greeted the bouncer with your most " seductive" smile you could offer while Graves handed him your IDs.

Though you were of age, the whole going undercover thing was what you needed the fake IDs for. The bouncer didn't bother with age as he seemed uninterested with who went in, probably considering the fact he wasn't being paid enough to protect top class terrorists.

"If you see him approach and track okay?" Graves whispered into your ear as the two of you walked towards a private room. Laswell as kind enough to provide a nice area of women of all ages to grab money as they danced for graves allowing you to watch like some scene form the Italian Porno 365 Days.

While distracted by the kind ladies Graves fails to notice you had left allowing your self to unwind in the crowd of drunk dancers hoping the "life" of the party could enlighten you in some fine company and perhaps the location of the missing missiles.

Though you weren't too much of a dancer you managed to bust some moves brought back from your middle school winter formal that somehow managed to captivate the attention on prepubescent boys.

From afar, past the half naked ladies Graves watched as you danced, the way your hips swayed the rhythm of the music grabbed his attention as he felt this feeling tug at his heart.

He had never seen you so free, unwinding from the constant stress of fighting. Your natural smile under the neon lights highlighted the kind features of your face that Graves never took the moment to recognize.

But along with your features, the curves of your body in that dress that Soap had taken days to convince you to wear, complemented the tones of your muscles, not so much that you seemed as if you were flexing but appreciating how they fit snugly.

Had he looked any longer he would've failed to notice the target engaging with you.

"He coming on your 6 o'clock." He said to which you slowed your dancing trying to catch a glimpse of the target. "Got him." Graves sat back, watching as you danced your way towards the target, somehow trying to find a way to disrupt his break dancing moment.

Pushing your way through the crowd you walked upon your target trying to figure out a way to take his attention off the other women that occupied his space.

Spinning around you began dancing backwards till you bumped into one of the women taking that chance to "trip" into his arms.

"Ouh! I'm so sorry!" You yelled over the loud music hoping that he didn't take your accident as a sign of attacking. "Be careful my dear, you might get hurt." He held your hand up to his lips pressing them against the back. "I'm Bahar, may I know your beautiful name?" He asked being sure to hold onto you in fear of loosing you.

"Zoya."

"Beautiful name for beautiful woman, please join me." You gave him your signature seductive smile, cheering on the fact it took little to no effort to try and win him over. Taking your hand he dragged you out toward the center of the crowd, urging you to dance with him.

Spinning around a few times you began to awkwardly dance with him hoping he didn't notice how uncomfortable you were considering you were dancing with a enemy.

He seemed to enjoy that intimacy, almost too much as he grabbed your hips grinding his groin into you as he felt you up and down. You could only bare for so long before spinning back around and wrapping your arms around his neck. Taking the tracker from under your ring you pinned it onto the hem of his jacket, and another on his belt when you traced your hands down his frame.