You came from a very strict military family. They trained you since you could sit up. At 17, you enrolled in the army. Although, your family made you promise one thing before you left. You had to cover your face at all times. You agreed and wore a f...
"Move out the fuckin way Soap!" Aaz says. Soap snaps out of it and moves further in. Gaz looks at me the same way.
"You look good, Thatcher."
"Thanks."
"Take off the mask." Gaz looked at me, crossing his arms.
"You're dreaming." I scoff. Ghost walks in and stands by the door frame.
"Can you move?"
"I made the dress out of a very flexible material-" Keira tried to explain.
"I'm asking her." He said. She quieted down and looked at her hands, scratching them.
"Don't be rude," I say, protecting her. "Yes, I can move."
"Good. You need to dance." He walks out of the room.
"He's quite a scare." She smiled weakly. Her hands were slightly trembling.
"Not really. Just a big baby in a mask." I looked at the others and Price just stood there.
"Perfect. You don't look like a soldier at all. Except for the muscle. But we could also say that you enjoy working out, did calisthenics for years, and could never break the routine."
"That is why I look like this," I respond.
"Oh. Makes sense."
"Yeah. So how about the sleeves?" I turn my attention back to Keira.
"I don't think you need sleeves. You are breathtaking." She gave my body a once over before looking at everyone else. "What do you guys think?"
"I think she should wear it," Soap stated. "No sleeves. It suits you."
"I concur." Price said. Gaz just gave a thumbs-up.
"Well, it's decided then. You will do it without sleeves. But to make sure, let's try the sleeves on, shall we?" I nodded. "Oh. I wanted you to look the part so they are those long gloves instead of sleeves." Keira took the sleeves out from a separate bag and put them on. They were gloves for royalties. The ones that go up to the upper arm. I slipped them on and I looked elegant.
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(Basically this with the dress)
"Wow. I don't know which one I like more. I think you look good with both."
"I'll go get your "husband"." Soap says, leaving the room. I hear his boots walk down the hall.
"I'll go with him," Gaz sighs, following him out the door.
"Well, it screams rich and elegant doesn't it?" Price curling is hairs in his beard. "Do you feel more comfortable like this?"
"Well, I don't feel comfortable at all. I don't wear dresses."
"Not what I meant Thatcher."
"Fine." I sigh, "I feel more comfortable like this. And I can always take them off, right?"
"Sure can!" Keira says with a grin. "Now one moment." She took something plastic out of her bag and set it on the floor, unfolding it. When she stood it up, it covered my whole body. "I need a real answer from him. Step so that just this side is showing you." I moved and had my left side exposed and my right covered by the partition. "Can you hand me your right glove please?" I did as she asked and she took it gently, placing it into the bag. Ghost comes in.
"What." He seemed angry. The what didn't sound like a question.
"I need you to pick. Gloves or no gloves?"
"Why should I pick?"
"You are her husband for the time being. So. With glove." She gestured to me. I exposed a little more of my body, exposing my legs through the slits and my chest through the v-neck. "Ok. No Glove." I move to the other side of the partition, covering my gloved arm but exposing everything else.
"Hm." I saw him carefully study me. "Gloves. It would make sense for the mission."
"How?" My tone is rougher than I wished and his eye twitch let me know that.
"I am supposed to be a germaphobe, hence the mask I'll be wearing. Gloves make sense." He crossed his arms and leaned on the door frame.
"Fine." I turned to Keira. "I'll take the gloves please."
"Nice choice." She started to fold the partition back up and place it into her bag. "Do you want a dress similar to practice in? And some practice heels?"
"No-"
"Yes." Ghost's voice boomed over mine.
"Alright then. Here. One of my old dresses that the client never liked. I was going to throw it out but it should fit you." She handed me a purple dress near floor length and some thin heels.
"How do you know my shoe size?"
"I've done this for years. I know a good estimate and I'm normally spot on." She handed me the dress and heels.
"Thank you."
"Of course sweetheart. now, don't go ruining my dress or I will break you." She smiled but there was more behind it. She was evil.
"Ok."
"Good." Her smile went to her genuine smile. "I hope you have fun. Don't hesitate to call me for fashion tips."
"OK. Bye-bye."
"Bye!" She walked out and I stood there with everyone in my room.
"Can I change now?" I ask, crossing my arms over my stomach.
"Oh, sorry lass." soap was out quickly with Gaz on his heels.
"You look good Wretched," Gaz said. Price walked out without saying a thing. Ghost however stood in the room.
"Can I change?" I ask, with attitude in my voice.
"You need help?"
"I can do it myself, thanks. Also, gross."
"Bloody mad," he muttered. He walked up to me and spun me around so my back was facing him.
"What are you?" He unzipped my dress.
"You need this unzipped or you'll rip it. When you're done, don't let it drag on the floor. Place it carefully back into the bag and hang it somewhere. Same with the gloves." He walked out, closing the door behind him.
"Ok..." I slipped the dress off, careful to not ruin it, and hung it on the hanger in the bag. I placed the glove inside the little bag with the other glove and put it inside the dress bag. "How did he know that?" I put on the practice dress and heels and began to practice. not dancing. My walking. I walked to the gym area, stumbling every half step. Do people do this every day? My feet were throbbing. But I made it. Ghost was sitting there, waiting for me.
