Undeniable || Simon "Ghost" Riley ||

Chapter 9

Time Marches On

Hattie's P.O.V.

The high I was experiencing was shattered when Ghost stared down at me, uttering those words I wanted to forget about. I didn't know how this mission was going to go, we were going in blind and that's what scared me. I wiped the sweat from my brow as I stared into his dark brown eyes. "Yes sir." Was all I could get out as I made my way out of the room.

My heart fluttered at the thought of putting on my dress. I didn't want to wear it, I wouldn't even put it on if I was going to a strip club. It was so tight and was definitely going to show off every part of me.

I stepped into the shower, the soothing stream offered a sense of calm. Each droplet traced a path, a caress that cleansed my body and mind. The lavender body wash formed a rich lather, enveloping my entire body making sure to get every crevice. I reached for a razor, making sure to cover every inch of my body. If I had any sort of mishap with the dress, I might as well be clean shaven all around. The water stopped and I left a very refreshed version of myself.

I dried my body and hair as I gazed at the makeup before me. The bathroom vanity was scattered with an assortment of different makeup, some of the stuff I had never even used before. I stuck with the basics and my understanding of what would look good.

Surprisingly, whoever picked out my foundation matched it perfectly. I seamlessly incorporated it in with my imperfections. Among them, my naturally rosy cheekbones that inevitably exposed my blushed complexion whenever I drank or when embarrassment lingered in the air.

I curled and brushed mascara on my lengthy eyelashes, and shaped my eyebrows with the gel that was provided. I don't even remember the last time I put this much effort into getting ready, I never had to back at base.

The lipstick was a gorgeous rose color, complementing my plump lips. I stepped back looking in the mirror and was content with the way I looked. For once I could allow myself to recognize my own beauty. It wasn't all that often I could say that. I never saw myself the way others did.

I smiled at the preparation of whoever sent these supplies. My guess was Laswell, obviously understanding the work us women go through to get ready. The curling iron was on, prepping to curl my hair.

My mind couldn't escape the challenges and hardships that lay ahead though. It went every which way not realizing I placed the curling iron in the opposite direction of where it was earlier.

I grabbed the hot end with the palm of my hand, a hot burning sensation made me rip my hand away. "Fuck!" I screamed in pain, quickly submerging my hand under cool water for some relief.

Footsteps could be heard behind me, pondering what happened.

I looked up to the worried expression on Soap, his eyes widening at the sight of my face. "Damn, look at you Sloan!" I rolled my eyes. "Yeah yeah, let's not pop a boner, grab that bandage roll in my bag." He hurriedly ran to the room, ripping part of it off.

"Thanks." I mumbled, carefully wrapping it around my hand. I could still feel the heat, but once the wrap was placed, it felt a little better.

Soap rested his back on the doorframe, crossing his arms as he watched me finish the curls in my hair.

"You know, you look pretty like this, you should do it more often." Soap remarked, a smirk plastered on his face.

I turned around, crossing my arms. "I'm about to get naked Soap, and I'd much rather have you calling me pretty because of my face, and not anything else." I gave him a fake smile, tapping his shoulder before I left the room to grab my dress.