Fallen Angel (A Call of Duty: Black Ops 2 Fanfiction)

Chapter 18- Parties

If someone would've looked at me and said I looked gorgeous, I would've slapped them across the mouth. Sure, I did look okay in the dress- I wasn't a liar- but it wasn't me. I was the type of woman to love stretchy pants, a loose tee and some socks with tennis shoes, not the sparkly-dress type.

As if knowing such things, Menendez put me in the fanciest dress he could afford- that's what he'd said. I knew better, as a part of the inside seam along my hip was already fraying. It was high dollar, yet nothing like what some of the richest people could wear. Not that I wanted to complain, as there were better things to complain about.

It'd been exactly eight months since my change of sides. I had almost begun to think of the large base as something close to home, like a family cabin. The people, especially the soldiers, were still rather cold towards me; they had trouble trusting without a doubt. The only two people that seemed half-welcoming were the two I hated most: Menendez and Felix. I had to admit, however, Felix had done a swell job.

Looking in that full-body mirror in my quarters, I saw a refined woman. Her once-innocent chocolaty eyes now glowed with a hidden want for a win- no matter what it was for. Hair that had been between her shoulders now tickled the center of her back. A body, in shape for what it had been, was now a ripped fighting machine that could handle itself.

I couldn't recognize that woman.

"Emma?" someone knocked from outside, a recruit at the least. "Your ride is here and Menendez is waiting for you."

"I'll be out in a moment."

I took a silent glance towards my shifting figure in the mirror. The sparkles of the golden dress reflected off of the bathroom light still switched on. My hair, curled into soft ripples of an ocean, fell across my shoulder as if trying to comfort me for what was to come.

As I exited my quarters, I looked straight ahead to where double doors led to a side courtyard. I found myself taking a deep breath. Not of nervousness or frustration or confusion...but of something I rarely felt: confidence.

"She said she was coming in just a moment si-"

Menendez hit the chest of the recruit reporting back to him with the back of his hand, clearly dismissing the younger man. His dark eyes studied the elegant dress that swayed and skimmed along the ground as if playing a game of tag as I made my way to the limo. For once, I didn't feel uncomfortable under his dangerous gaze.

"You look stunning."

"Thank you," the words pricked like needles. "Don't distract me too much now, as I'm pretty sure this is still a mission."

Menendez smirked dipping his head. "Ah yes, can't forget about that. You see, since this is your first real mission, I've decided to give you a gift of congratulations."

Out from his pocket came a silver watch, something that hid perfectly under the long sleeve of my dress. Menendez latched it onto my wrist, turning it so that I could easily read the time.

"It's a special watch, dear," Menendez held something hidden. "Whenever you don't listen to my commands coming through in your earpiece, you will feel a slight pinch. If you continue to not pay attention or ignore my wishes, that pinch will be become a burn."

"You don't trust me?" I bristled, glaring at the watch.

"I," Menendez cupped my cheeks, "don't trust those you may encounter, Emma."

I narrowed my brown eyes. "You won't have to worry about anything."

Menendez smiled, releasing my cheeks in a swift motion. "It looks like your date to the dance has arrived as well. Hello, Felix."