For the past week, I've been gathering intel for our next mission. I have everything up on a few bulletin boards in my office. I decided to wear something comfortable to the office today. I'm wearing a pair of grey plaid pants, a pinkish-tan sweater, and a pair of nude lace-up boots. I threw my hair up in a half-up bun as well.
I'm hanging up more info for our mission, with my back facing the door, when someone comes in. "Hey," Ghost says. I turn around to face him and give him a small smile.
"Hey," I say. He has a drink in his hand. He lifts up his mask just enough to show his mouth and takes a sip. I'm honestly shocked. He looks at me as he drinks his drink, his blue eyes meeting mine.
"How's the intel coming?" He asks and pulls his mask back down.
"Uh," I say. "Oh, uh... it's great." I nod and turn back to the board. How can someone's jaw be so fucking hot? What is wrong with me?
"What's your plan so far?" He asks and steps beside me. Is he wearing cologne?
"I haven't formed one yet," I say and close my eyes. I take a deep breath, inhaling his scent. He smells amazing, almost addictive.
"You okay?" He asks and gently touches my arm. I open my eyes and smile, nodding.
"I'm okay," I say. "Just have a headache." I don't really want him to know what I'm thinking.
"When's the last time you ate?" He asks. I smile internally. He cares for me. That's sweet.
"Probably last night," I say truthfully.
"I'm taking you to lunch." He says and doesn't give me any time to protest. "Come on." He gently grabs my arm and pulls me out the door.
"My wallet," I say.
"Leave it." He says and leads me to his truck in the parking lot. "I'm paying anyways." He opens the passenger side door for me.
"No-" I start.
"Uh uh." He says. "Get in. I'm paying. And that's final." I groan but don't try to protest anymore. I'll just pay him back later. I get in and he buckles me in like I'm a child, closing the door afterward. Once he gets in, I speak up.
"I'm not a child," I say as he pulls out of the parking lot. "I can buckle myself."
"And I'm a gentleman." He says. "So it doesn't matter if you can or can't cause I'll do it anyways. Now, Italian, Mexican, or Chinese?"
"Mexican," I say, now craving tacos.
"Good." He says as he pulls out of base. "I know an amazing Mexican restaurant." He turns on the radio to fill the silence. Breaking Dishes by Rihanna plays. I smile and sing along to the song. I love this song.
We sit in silence, well, silence beside the music playing and me singing. A few songs that I love come on. One of my favorites Teeth by Five Seconds Of Summer comes on and I practically start screaming it. Not really but definitely singing with all my heart. I hear Ghost laugh and I smile at him. A few more songs that I know and love come on before we get to the restaurant. He doesn't turn off the truck until the current song is over which I'm grateful for. Don't you just hate when you're jamming out to a song and someone turns off the car? I fucking hate that. It's a pet peeve of mine.
He opens my door and extends his hand out to help me out. I smile and take it. He shuts the door behind me and wraps his arm around my waist, leading me inside. "You look beautiful." He says.
"Thank you," I say and smile, blushing.
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The next day, Captain Price calls us in for our last meeting before the mission. He talks about the intel I gathered and my strategy for everyone. He adds that I'll be coming on the mission as well. I look at him, shocked. I hear Konig, Ghost, and Keegan all protest about it. I look at them with a mixture of happiness and frustration. "We need her." Captain Price says. "Where we are going is a ball. She needs to go inside and play nice. Konig," I look at Konig. "You'll be her date. Dance with her, play nice, and don't do anything stupid." He grumbles something in German.
"If things go south," I say. "I won't be able to take on that many enemies."
"Things won't go south." Captain Price says.
"Captain Price-" I start.
"Just Price Star." He says. I nod.
"Price...." I say. "With all due respect, I'd do my best work here."
"It'll look weird if Konig goes alone." He says. "Plus, he's already going to stand out because of his height. So we need you there and that's final."
"Yes sir." I say and sigh.
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