Ms. Wretched ~ CODxFem Reader

~Chapter 9~

"Y/N?" My name was called. It wasn't Soap's voice. I turned around and my heart dropped into the pit of my stomach. "It is you, huh?" His smile. That fucking smile. So bright and cheery that no one would expect him to be satan himself. I sighed.

"Hello, Brock." 

"Oh come on, is that how you treat an old lover?"

"You were never my lover."

"Don't be like that, dollface." He sat next to me and put his hand on my arm. "You just get more beautiful with time."

"Get your hands off me." I yanked my arm away from him and moved to a few seats away. I got my phone out, telling Soap to hurry the fuck up. He is normally quick to reply. He must still be asleep. When I looked up, Brock was standing right in front of me.

"Oh come on, give me another chance."

"That was high school. I was dumb and naive. I've grown up so take a fucking hint and fuck off." I tried to say it with as much anger as I should. The corner of his smile twitched a bit.

"Listen here." He leaned down, put his face close to mine, and had his hands on the armrest of my chair, blocking me in. His smile faded into a dark grimace. That's the Brock I knew. "You better watch your fucking tone. Remember, I can do whatever the hell I want. You are mine and no one-" His voice started to rise.

"Y/N?" A Scottish accent. Brock looked up to Soap and I looked back. He was in a robe and he looked like he just woke up. Once he saw me, the tiredness fled his face and he walked over. "What the fuck do you think you're doing to my wife?" He pushed Brock away from me, forcing him to stand up straight.

"Fucking wife? Her?" He scoffed.

"Yes hEr." Soap mocked his voice. "Keep your nasty self away from her."

"You fucking chose a 4'2 Scottish mohawk man over someone like me?" I stood up and put my finger on Brocks's chest, digging it in.

"Yes, I did. Because he cares." I pushed him back toward the door. "He never said I looked too manly with my muscles." Another push. "Never dismissed me for cheerleaders." Another push. "And has NEVER tried to force himself onto me." I pushed him so his back was against the door. "And if I ever fucking see you again, I will personally ensure kids are never an option for you." I pushed him out the door and it slammed shut on him. 

I hung my head and sighed. Of all people, why him? I was in another state for fucks sake.

"You ok?" Soap came over and put a hand on my shoulder. 

"Yeah. Fine." I pushed his hand off and walked to sit down before a woman came back out. 

"Mr. and Mrs. MacTavish, we are ready for your nails. Mrs. MacTavish, you will also be getting your hair done." We both walked over to the woman and she led us into another door. 

I've been to a nail salon before so I knew what everything was but I never got anything done. My aunt took me once after my parents had to leave for some military event.

"Mrs. MacTavish, please sit here. Mr. MacTavish, please sit next to her." We did as instructed as she turned on the water for the toes. I looked at Soap who was texting aggressively. I dismissed it, wondering if it was one of his hoes. "Please make sure that the temperature is to your liking." I dipped my feet in and it was scalding hot. Perfect. I let my feet go all the way in before hearing a pained "ow" next to me.

"That's fucking hot."

"Sorry sir. I'll turn it down a little." She did as she said and we sat there in silence for a few minutes as she went to retrieve some things. 

"Y/N?" Soap finally spoke.

"Hm," I responded, not looking in his direction. 

"Why didn't you push him off? I mean you have better muscles than any of the other guys." I froze at the question. My mouth opened but nothing came out. Why didn't I? I shut my mouth when the nail tech and hair stylist came in.

"Y/N MacTavish?" I nodded my head. "Perfect. I am Diane and this is Leila. I will be doing your nails and she will do your hair. Now, we already know you are getting the honeymoon package but we have a few options for the appointment. Silent, you talk, we talk. Whatever you want."

"Silent, please."

"Of course. Please understand that this means we will not be speaking to you for the majority of the appointment. We will only do so if necessary. Understand?" I just nodded. 

"Um, how do you want your hair?"

"What would you recommend?"

"Here is a better question." Leila's voice was soft and understanding. "Do you like having this long hair? Like the maintenance of it and such?"

"Not really." I loved my hair but I hated the amount of it. And it didn't help that it was thick.

"My recommendation would be to cut it to your mid back. Just so you get rid of some weight and it is still semi-long."

"Ok."

"And for your nails," Diane spoke up. "What color?" Oh shit. I don't have the color of my dress. And I don't know any colorful terms.

"She wants it to match this dress." Soap spoke up and showed her a picture on his phone.

"Oh, what a beautiful dress. I'm on it. Any designs?"

"No thank you." And for the rest of the time, everyone was silent. It took an hour for everything to be done, me and Soap. My nails finished beautifully, the gel making it shine in the light. When she finished my hair, I felt a million times lighter. 

"And you are done. The only thing left to do is the facials. And lucky for you, the person is ready for you now so we can take you there." I nodded and followed them into a darkened room where a table lays in the middle with a soft light above it.

"Thank you," I said as she walked out.

"Y/N MacTavish?"

"That's me."

"Great. Please lie down on the table. Are there any skin concerns that you have?"

"No. Not really."

"Ok." I was at the table and she was sitting at my head. "I will be doing a few things today. Steaming, exfoliation, and extracting. Does that sound good?" 

"Yes. Thank you."

"No problem." She slipped on some gloves and began. She started with a face massage then some steam. Then a hot towel press. More massaging to my neck and collarbone area. Then she put these weird metal things on me. They were kind of cold which felt good. 

"She got out a brush and put something that felt kind of gooey and spread it all over my face, wrapping it in a towel for a few seconds then taking it all off. She mixed something up in a bowl and then put it directly on my face, covering my eyes and mouth. hen she gave me a hair massage while it set into my skin. Hands and combs. When she finished, she peeled it off my face, reapplying a hot towel to my neck and collarbone then my face. More massaging then we were finished.

"All done. How did that feel?"

"Amazing. Thank you."

"Of course. Your husband should be outside in the waiting area."

"Thank you." I left and found Soap on his phone. thanked and tipped everyone personally then got in the car.

"Don't think I forgot about the question. I will also be telling Captain Price, Ghost, and Gaz."

"Fine." I turned to the window and he pulled out of the parking space and drove back to base. When we walked in, everyone was sitting at the counter drinking coffee. Except for Ghost. Fucking tea drinker.