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Undercover missions like these were few and far between.
Ghost was the only one who appreciated the lack of undercover missions, he found he was a thousand times more comfortable in his cargos and thermal shirts than in a suit and tie. His sneakers were comfortable unlike the loafers or heeled boots he was always forced to wear.
However, Soap, Gaz, and (surprisingly) Price all enjoyed getting “dolled up” as Johnny had so eloquently put it.
Obviously, Ghost had his routine for this, since if he was going to be forced to do something he was generally uncomfy with, he was going to have a game plan of sorts. So, on his lonesome, he “geared up”.
A slate gray turtleneck and simple slim black harness tucked under a nice black suit jacket with matching slacks and some reasonable three inch heeled boots were his gear for the night. Along with some kohl for his eyes and a simple dot of eyeliner to accentuate his beauty mark on his left cheek near the corner of his mouth, he was set.
He took one more good look in the mirror and sighed.
He looked good. Pretty, even, if he so dared.
He looked back down at the counter, eyeing the thin gold chain Price had bought him as a gift. He normally kept it in his barrack, but thought tonight would be a good night to show off a little. He put it on, letting it sit at the base of the turtle neck.
Now he was truly ready. He gave himself one more look over, smoothing over his sweater and checking his pants (and a cheeky glimpse at his ass) before he huffed and just opened the bathroom door.
He was greeted by two of his partners, both looking far more beautiful in his humble opinion.
Soap was in a nice wine red suit, his gray eyes sharp against the warm tones. He paired his look with brown leather in the form of some nice loafers and a belt, as well as some gold rings. He had also put earrings in, bright red rubies placed in gold, carved in tear drops. His mohawk was fluffed out instead of its usual slicked back, which added some height to him. Simon was stunned by his look alone, but seeing Price was a whole other level of insane.
Ghost really only saw Price in his typical cargos and shirts, always something simple and light and easy to move in.
Now, Price was dressed up in an ultramarine suit, the slight reddish tint to his hair and beard really popping against the brightness of the jacket and slacks. The Captain had his hair free as well, the simple side part accompanied with the natural swoop shape of his hair made Simon want to run his hands through it and ruin it.
Price had kept it simple with black loafers and a black belt, as well as a simple gold watch. It was harder to spot, but Price had put his nose piercing back in, a simple gold stud sitting on the right side. His eyes sparkled with something akin to mischief, but Simon knew better.
“Is Simon ready yet?” He heard Gaz ask, and the man walked into view and Simon’s jaw dropped.
Gaz was drop dead gorgeous, going with a white suit with pale green embroidery leading the eyes up to his face. He had an ornate green patterned shirt underneath, as well as several gold rings, a necklace, and some bracelets that glittered when the light them just right.
Gaz had also put in his ear piercings, the double piercings on his left ear connecting to his nose piercing on the same side. Gaz also took the time to do his makeup, a matching green on his eyes with gold dusting, cut by white eyeliner and white mascara. And that wasn’t even mentioning the very obvious plum tinted lip gloss.
“I’ll take that as a yes, then,” Gaz chuckled, taking in Simon’s appearance and his slack jaw.
Soap gave a huff of a laugh, using his hand to pick up Simon’s jaw off of the floor, forcing it closed. Simon shook his head, snapped out of his trance and instead glaring at Soap.
“Don’t look at me like tha’, I’m not the one drooling all over myself,” Johnny scolded, a bright smile on his face as he ran his eyes over Ghost’s form. “Actually,” He teased, and Simon scoffed, giving him a light shove and making his way to the exit.
“Let’s just get this over with.” He sighed, holding the door open for the other three before stepping out himself, ducking under the doorframe.
As he came out, he was pulled down by Soap into a kiss, and was tugged forward to Price, and then to Gaz, all three of them watching as he blinked, stunned.
Gaz laughed first, taking Simon’s hand and dragging him to their limo. Soap and Price followed behind, both very obviously staring at Simon’s ass and nodding to each other in agreement.
Maybe these undercover missions weren’t the worst thing in the world.