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You know that green dress that hugs your body in all the right ways? I want you to wear it for our anniversary. I love how it looks on your body. I also love how it looks on the floor.
-Letters from Simon "Ghost" Riley to Laura Taylor 29/?
Task Force 141 were in the debrief room. Price stood in front of the table, a flip phone in his hand placing it on the table, dialing General Shepard. Soap was sitting in a chair, resting his arms on the table, fiddling with a combat knife. Gaz leaning against the table with his hip, his arms crossed over his chest; lost in his thoughts. Ghost was leaning against the hall with his arms over his chest, watching Dr. Taylor who was standing by the door. She looked over at him once, a smile on her lips and then directed her attention back to the table.
“Evening gentlemen, plus doctor.” Shepard spoke via speaker on the flip phone. “I have a mission for you. Our intelligence has told us the Russian ultranationalists are having a gala to celebrate one of their generals tonight in London. This same general, Igor Petrov, has intel on every navy base in the United States. I need that intel from his computer wiped out. Our intelligence told me his computer is located in his master bedroom, and just our luck, the gala is in one of his many mansions in London. You will find this intel and destroy any evidence of it, but you cannot be caught. The gala will have ultranationalists everywhere ready for you. It’s up to you how you take the approach. Good luck.”
The call ended and Price reached over to pick up the phone, putting it in his pocket.
“A party?” Gaz scoffed at the idea. “And me without a suit.”
“I want to come,” Dr. Taylor spoke up, causing the men to look in her direction. “I can be the bait, or whatever. Think about it. You men are too obvious to sneak in, just look at yall. But me? I can get in the gala no problem and distract as many people as I need-”
“No,” Ghost spoke up and Dr. Taylor raised a hand, dismissing him.
“Hm,” Price pondered on the idea. “That might work.”
“No!” Ghost protested. “There will be too many people what if you make a mistake and they find out what you are doin!?”
“You have no faith in the woman who pulled a bullet out of you just yesterday,” she said to Ghost, causing him to glare at her slightly. “I have just the outfit for it too. Let me help. I’ll leave if I think they are gettin’ suspicious of me.”
“We can sneak in from the roof, and if there are guards we can communicate via ear piece for Dr. Taylor to distract the guard. We can be in and out, no stress and no problem,” Soap spoke up and Price nodded.
“It’s settled,” Price said to the ground, causing Ghost to wave his hand at them and lean against the wall. “Better get ready doctor, we leave in thirty minutes.”
Laura looked at herself in the mirror, she was wearing a skin tight emerald green dress that hugged at every curve on her body: spaghetti straps on her shoulders holding it up with a zipper in the back. She teased her blonde hair with a lot of hair spray in the back, making her hair look fuller and bigger: a classic southern approach to hair. She had put on red lipstick, and smiled at herself to ensure she didn’t have lipstick teeth. She had applied a little gold eyeshadow on her eyelids and mascara on her lashes. She hasn’t gotten dolled up like this in months, it felt good to put more effort in her appearance like this. However, she can see her age as she looks at herself in the mirror: a few wrinkles around her mouth, crow feet around her eyes and a worried line. Being a doctor is a stressful job, but caring for these men has made more wrinkles appear on her face. She’s only in her early thirties, but she was feeling older by the minute. However, tonight she felt like a woman again — despite going into enemy territory.
It has been almost five months since she joined the task force, and the time has flown by. It was fall when she joined them, the trees were colored with yellow and orange but now winter had rolled in, the trees now bare and empty of all life. She had a faux fur jacket on her roller chair, she was going to need it because it was going to be a cold night. She put on white heels, the heel was small enough so that if she needed to run she could. She also put on a white garter on her tan leg, up to her upper thigh and put a loaded silenced pistol under the garter; one can never be too safe. Hopefully she won’t need to use it, but you never know. She wanted to bring a purse, but that could be a problem later in the night if something were to happen. So, she will just have to put her iphone in her bar like she used to do in college.
She grabbed her jacket off her chair and left her clinic, closing the door behind her. She walked down the hallway toward the entrance of the base. She could hear faint chatter of the men down the hallway.
“It’s a bad idea,” Ghost said, his voice sounding far away as she kept walking down the hallway.
“It’s my call.” Price spoke, annoyed.
She appeared in front of them, the men stopped talking once they saw her. She pushed her long blonde hair behind her shoulder. Their attention made her a little uncomfortable, but also gave her confidence.
“Wow, look at you.” Soap spoke up. “All dolled up for the enemy. I’m a little jealous.”
“Like the look?” She asked, rotating her weight from foot to foot.
“Yea,” Gaz said and then shook his head. “I mean yes, it’s a nice look, doctor.”
“Alright, let’s head out. Men, we will take the jeep to the gala. Doctor, I called for a taxi to take you from the base to the gala. Laswell got a fake identity for you tonight, your name tonight is Helga Gusev. Everyone stay on comms,” Price spoke and everyone nodded. They knew their mission: time to get started.
The men walked past Laura but Ghost stopped at her side, watching the men walk out of the base. Once they were alone, he looked down at her. He was silent, his eyes on her and she was about to speak but then he let out a loud exhale.
“You better stay on the com,” Ghost said, faced her and pointed his gloved index finger at her. “I mean it, doctor.”
She looked up at him with a small smirk on her painted lips, pushing his hand to the side. “You need to stay focused.”
“Stay safe and out of sight and I will be focused.” He said and walked past her, without giving her a second glance.
Laura put on her jacket, sighing to herself. She was hoping he would say something about her outfit or even her appearance: men can be so confusing.
The ride was silent in the jeep. All of the men were mentally preparing themselves for the mission. It was simple enough, sneak in and destroy the intel. That’s it. If they do it correctly, no one will even notice they were there.
However, Ghost’s mind was racing. He was thinking about how Laura looked in that stupid green dress. The way the dress hung on her womanly curves. He hadn’t noticed how womanly her body was until tonight. She always wore baggy cargo pants, but that dress illustrated her body in a way he didn’t think possible. He wanted to hold her hips in his hands, and press her down on his body. He thought about how he could unzip the dress, feel her skin under him but he also wanted her to still wear it….it made her look so good, so womanly, so beautiful.
He had never seen her in red lipstick and the thought of her lipstick staining his skin….it made his skin hot, like she set him on fire. The thought was making his pants feel tight, and he groaned in annoyance.
“Ghost.” Soap said, breaking his dirty thoughts.
Ghost looked over to Soap who was staring at him. “You didn’t hear me call you?”
Ghost shook his head and Soap chuckled. “She looked good, huh?”
Ghost glared at Soap, “Shut it, Johnny.” But he didn’t deny what he said.