Working for the IMF was mostly interesting, especially as a field agent.

Your team consisted of Ethan Hunt, Benji Dunn and William Brandt. The four of you made an exceptional team; you all trusted each other and would do anything without a second thought to save each other.

Part of your newest mission was to infiltrate an extremely high class party in Dubai. The reason being, the subject you were tracking was going to be there and he needed to be observed.

You walked into the party with William's arm wrapped around your waist "Com check?" you heard Ethan say through your earpiece.

"We're good here" William answered for the both of you as you nodded.

"Of course Brandt is; he's got the pretty girl on his arm" Benji chimed in which caused you to giggle.

William tightened his arm around you, pulling you in closer "Oh Benji, you know you're my favourite" you told him through your com.

You searched for Benji's face throughout the crowd, and smiled when you saw his face "You hear that boys? I'm her favourite" Benji mocked but William just groaned.

"How many times do I have to tell you all?" William asked in a tone that's often used with children.

The other two boys groaned, "Y/N is your girlfriend and will be Mrs Brandt" Ethan recited as if he had heard it a hundred times over.

"So we should do our best not to bother her" Benji joined in and you rolled your eyes, whilst William had a smug little smile on his face.

You and William stopped walking as the two of you approached the dancefloor, "Go on loverboy, take your girl for a dance" Benji and Ethan prompted, with amusement in their voices.

William sighed, but stepped forward and offered you his hand "Would you care for a dance Love?" he asked, attempting to put on a posh accent.

You laughed at your boyfriend's antics but placed your hand in his "Since when was dancing part of the mission?"

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Written by Hannah.