You’re trying to ready yourself up for a mission, dress fancy they said, it’ll be a little treat amidst the chaos surrounding your job, they said.

You’re in the hall, a pocket mirror in one hand and a lipstick in your other, gently applying it as you wait for everybody else to get ready.

“Jesus… it’s like seeing lipstick on a pig.” You hear Logan’s voice, a snicker coming from him as he stands behind you. A cruel joke for his friends’ amusement.