Ms. Wretched ~ CODxFem Reader

~Chapter 6~

After a few games of Uno, Price called a meeting. We all gathered in the meeting room and sat in chairs. Price stood at the head of the table.

"We have a few days until the operation. Thatcher, you and Ghost need to work on something." I silently gave Ghost a look without knowing he was giving me the same one. our eyes darted back to Price in one motion. "It's called ballroom dancing. And everyone has to participate. Except for the guard." I hear a small cheer from Gaz and Soap together. "I'm sure you can figure it out." 

"When should we start preparing?"

"Tonight. I won't have anyone special come in. You must learn on your own." He moves his attention to Gaz and Soap. I tune out the conversation. I was never allowed to do anything unrelated to the army. I had to skip my high school Prom and Homecoming because it included un-army-like things. The only reason I even went to school was so I could get recruited at the events.

"Thatcher, you with us?" I snap out of whatever mind-state I was in.

"Yes sir." I listen to the rest of the conversation. I had to act a certain way and walk a certain way. Price explained the plan and the layout of the venue. After a long debrief, we were excused. Well, except for me and Ghost.

"You two need to start practice now. I don't care how you do it but it needs to be flawless." He did a certain hand motion. 

"Sir I can't do work with someone like her. She's a bloody mess." Ghost says.

"Zip it. You will do it or you will be out." Price threw his thumb behind him. Ghost sat back in his chair silently but I could feel him fuming angrily. "Good. You will practice every day for 3 hours. It doesn't have to be 3 hours straight but 3 hours is the minimum." He walked out and Ghost and I sat in silence. I began to get up before he spoke."

"Sit your ass back down."

"Why? You going to beat me with it if I don't?"

"I'm seriously considering it." I sat down. 

"What?"

"I have experience in dancing." My eyes grew a fraction of an inch with surprise. Not small enough for Ghost to notice. "I know. Bloody mad right?"

"Yeah," I respond. "I was never allowed to dance. Hell, I hardly know how to walk normally without being in military form."

"I figured." His eyes scanned the top of my body and my face. My form was completely uptight. Back perfectly straight and head up.

"So how do we want to do this?"

"First." he stood up. I did the same and pushed my chair in. "We get comfortable."

"I am."

"No. I mean clothes that you can move in." He gestures to my outfit. "This won't do."

"Um. I don't own anything else." It was true. For over half my life I wore tactical pants and a t-shirt with boots. "so what now?" He let out a large sigh.

"Got any tighter shirts?"

"Yes."

"Got shorts?"

"No."

"Great." His voice volume raised. "Go ask Soap for something. You guys are short."

"Hey! I am not-" he slammed the door to the meeting room. "short." I finish. The room was eerily silent. I took a deep breath. I walked out, closing the door 1000x gentler than Ghost. I walked to Soap in the living area. "Soap."

"Yes, lass?" He looked toward me.

"I need clothes."

"Explain."