𝐍𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐠𝐢𝐚

                                    

                                          
As you looked at yourself in the mirror, you couldn't help but feel a surge of confidence in the image reflected to you. Your makeup was subtle yet elegant, with a touch of smoky eyeshadow accentuating your eyes, and a hint of blush adding a rosy glow to your cheeks. Your lips were painted a soft shade of pink, adding a touch of femininity to your appearance. Your hair was styled in loose waves that cascaded over your shoulders, framing your face delicately. The strands caught the light just right, creating a subtle shimmer that added to the allure of your look.

With a steady hand, you lifted the masquerade mask and placed it over your eyes, the intricate design adding an air of mystery to your ensemble. The mask fits snugly against your face, its delicate features enhancing your natural beauty. Securing the ties at the back, you ensured that the mask would stay in place throughout the night, adding to the mystique of your appearance. Stepping back to admire the finished look, you couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at the transformation. Tonight, you were ready to step into the role of a shadowy operative, blending seamlessly into the crowd while pursuing your mission with determination and skill. With one last glance in the mirror, you turned away, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

With meticulous precision, you strapped a few throwing knives and a silenced pistol to your thigh, ensuring they were securely fastened and easily accessible if the need arose. Each knife was positioned strategically, within easy reach yet discreet enough to remain hidden beneath the folds of your dress. The pistol, tucked away in its holster, offered an added layer of protection, its presence offering reassurance in the face of uncertainty. Satisfied that you were fully prepared for whatever the night may bring, you straightened up and took a deep breath, steeling yourself for the task ahead. With one last glance at your reflection, you turned away from the mirror, ready to embark on the mission that awaited you.

As you descended the stairs, the atmosphere in the room shifted subtly, drawing the attention of everyone present. The members of your team, gathered around, had paused in their preparations, their gazes fixated on you as you entered the space. For a moment, the room seemed to hold its breath, the silence punctuated only by the soft rustle of fabric and the occasional click of equipment being adjusted. It was as if time itself had slowed, allowing for this brief moment of acknowledgment and appreciation. With a firm snap of your fingers, you commanded their attention, your voice cutting through the lingering tension in the room. "Get back to it," you directed, your tone laced with authority. The command spurred them into action, the lingering stares dissipating as they refocused on the task at hand.

As Price approached you, his expression somber yet resolute, he uttered a simple phrase, "A word?" Your response was immediate and respectful, "Yes, sir." The two of you traversed the hallway, your heels clicking in rhythm against the polished floors, the sound echoing in the otherwise quiet corridor.

Upon entering his office, the atmosphere shifted, the weight of the impending mission hanging heavy in the air. Price's demeanor softened as he enveloped you in a tight embrace, a silent gesture of understanding and solidarity. Returning the embrace, you drew comfort from the brief moment of connection. "I'm so sorry I had to send you on this," Price murmured, his voice tinged with regret. You met his gaze with unwavering resolve, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "It's what we have to do," you reassured him, your tone steady and determined. "Besides, those boys out there got my back."

"You know, Y/N," he began, his tone softening with reminiscence, "I remember a time when you were just a little girl, maybe nine or ten." Intrigued, you leaned forward, eager to hear the story he had to share. "It was a warm summer's day," Price continued, his voice carrying a hint of nostalgia. "The SAS were all gathered in the yard for a barbecue, and you were running around with boundless energy, as always." A smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you recalled the carefree days of childhood.

"And then, out of nowhere, you decided to climb the tallest tree in the yard," Price recounted, a hint of amusement coloring his words. "No one could convince you otherwise, not even after I said you weren't getting ice cream for dessert." You chuckled at the memory, envisioning your younger self's determined ascent. "It seemed like you were up there for hours," Price continued, his gaze distant as he recalled the scene. "But eventually, when it was time for dinner, you came down with a big grin on your face, as if you'd conquered the world."

The warmth of Price's words enveloped you, transporting you back to that simpler time of innocence and adventure. "It's moments like those," Price reflected, his tone gentle yet profound, "that reminds me of the fearless spirit that's always been a part of you. No matter the challenge, you've always faced it head-on, with courage and determination." As tears trickled down your face, Price reached out and gently wiped them away, his touch comforting. "Don't ruin your makeup," he said softly, offering a reassuring smile, "You look absolutely stunning."

You nodded, sniffing back your emotions as you tried to regain your composure. "Thanks," you managed to reply, your voice wavering slightly. With a playful glint in your eye, you broke the somber mood by suggesting, "Secret handshake?" Price chuckled at the unexpected request. "We haven't done that since you were like 15," he remarked, a hint of nostalgia in his tone. "Are you saying you don't remember, old man?" you teased, raising an eyebrow in mock challenge. Price scoffed, feigning offense. "Forty is not old, and of course, I remember," he retorted, a smile playing at the corners of his lips.

As your hands interlocked in a series of intricate movements, you couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the support and guidance Price had provided you throughout the years.

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