A Ghost Encounter: My Time with Simon "Ghost" Riley

Part Nine: Shopping Spree

They probably think we're a couple, shopping for extracurricular activities.

The blush on my face deepens. I hear Ghost chuckle softly and look up at him.

"This is not funny," I say damn near mortified.

"Of course not," he says sarcastically and begins to weave his way through the store.

I follow suit.

I also buy a pair of black heels, a skimpy crop top, and leather shorts to wear on top of my lingerie.

Guess we're going all out.

We finish up our shopping and head back to base.

- TIME SKIP -

We're back in Ghost's office.

"Are you going to wear your mask? That might be suspicious no?"

"I'm not. I'll be wearing my black balaclava," he answers.

Guess he really doesn't ever show his face. I wonder why.

"Should I try on the outfit? I mean we saw what your suit looked like." I twiddle my thumbs, feeling ridiculous for even asking such a suggestive question.

Ghost stands there, looking at me blankly.

"Do what you want," he says impartially.

Alright, then.

"Turn around," I demand. There's no way I'm undressing in front of him.

He tilts his head to the side, seemingly confused.

"Are you a pervert or something? Turn around so I can change," I bark, embarrassed. My face is probably bright fucking red.

With a heavy sigh accompanied by an eye roll, the lieutenant crosses his arms across his broad chest and swivels his chair around so he's facing the wall.

I quickly undress and change into the lingerie.

I clear my throat to grab Ghost's attention. Slowly, he swivels back around to face me. He's staring at me with hooded lids, his gaze heavy.

"Well, what do you think." I throw my hands up, defeat already coursing through my veins as I prepare myself for whatever rude comment he's about to make.

He doesn't say anything.

Um, hello?

He looks me up and down.

Because my braw is sheer you can see my nipples. It's freezing in this room so I just know they're hard.

"It'll do," he deadpans.

It'll do? Jackass.

I blush from the humiliation.

"Whatever," I huff as I cross my arms over my exposed body and hold my chin up high.

Ghost can tell I'm clearly offended.

"It looks good," Ghost sighs, conceding. "You look good."

Did I hear that correctly?

"Thanks," I murmur.

We stand in awkward silence for a bit.

"So, should we practice what we're going to say? How we're going to act?" I attempt to change the subject.

As I ask this I notice Ghost staring at my breasts.

Pervert, indeed.

"Guess that'd be a good idea," he clears his throat and readjusts himself on his chair.

God, does he always have to sound so bored?

"Alright, you first," I say.

Ghost goes over his story to tell Ahmad and Hassan. He also practices the lingo he's going to use and his demeanor.

Guess it's my turn now.

"Um. What do I do?" I ask, completely lost since I've never done anything like this before.

"Considering you have to seduce Hassan I'm guessing you should practice your tactics for that," Ghost condescends.

I take an internal deep breath.

The severity of the mission is overwhelming me again. I'd forgotten that I'll have to be throwing myself at a terrorist to convince him I'm fuckable.

I'm so bad at this.

I've never had a real boyfriend, I'm bad at flirting, and I haven't been sexually active in years. Not to mention I'm awkward and not the easiest person to get along with.

I'm so fucked.