Temptation (Simon Riley x OC reader)

13.

———————(Katarina)———————

Ghost was on bed rest, the doctor confining him in the infirmary to keep watch on his health. From what I had heard, he was putting up a fight. Of course he would.

The mission I was supposed to take part in was in 2 hours and I found myself standing in front of the bed in my barracks, furrowing my brows at 3 dresses I could wear to this event. I couldn't just go there in my usual military attire, nor could I wear something casual.

The three picks weren't too bad, but none really matched my style. They were scandalous, and I was far from being the right body shape.

A long, sparkly black dress sat in front of me. A high slit, low neckline, long sleeves. It was very elegant, but almost too formal. My gaze moved to the second option. A cocktail dress, purple, bit funny looking. Absolutely not my style. Then the third. A deep red minidress. Silky, form fitting just in the right places. Short enough to let the imagination run wild but not as to let my lady be right out in the open

I decided to go for the red one, might as well go all out since I never really had such opportunities.

The dress fit me like a glove. My pale skin made a pleasant contrast with the red dress, the black wild hair making me look like a clown but I'd take care of it later

Soap was sitting on the couch, watching me attentively and trying to help me decide if it was the one

I walked out the bathroom in the dress and I could see his gaze shift. He let his eyes wonder and I chuckled

"So? Sargent, what are we thinking?"

"I want a chunk out of that, that's what I'm thinking"

I cocked my head to the side with a confused smile when he motioned me to turn around. I did just that, looking over my shoulder in the reflection of the mirror hanging near my bed

"Oh.. OH. Wow."

I said as my own two eyes landed on the absolute DUMP TRUCK I had hanging from my back. I never in my life seen it this good looking, and yet I always wore form fitting cargos and jeans. A shocker indeed

"Oh my.. is that all mine?"

I asked almost too surprised to believe it was the result of years of service and hard physical work. All these sacrifices paid off more than I was imagining

"My god, Kat-"

Soap chuckled behind me whilst i was still focused on my own ass flashing me in the mirror. A devilish idea snapped in my mind, making me grin

"I got an idea that will secure my entry with no questions asked"

The Sargent shook his head that only gave me the idea he knew what I had in mind already

"You're gonna give Ghost a heart attack"

"Oh well. Serves him right"

I rummaged through the drawer of my underwear, finally finding what I was looking for. A thigh band. White with a red ribbon

Soap's mouth fell open, his eyes shifting from the piece of cloth in my hand to my grin still plastered on my face

"Oh no. No, Katarina. That is a ticket straight to someones bed"

"That's exactly how I'll get in. Do you really think those men care if I have a pistol on me? Pair of tits with a sprinkle of puppy eyes and they'll melt"