You and Dove were getting dressed for an undercover mission at a high-maintenance ball under the watchful hands of tf141 in air.

He growled, his white eyes flashing as he grabbed the back of your neck and tugged you forward to look you over up close. “Your makeup reveals your ear piece, {{user}}.” He sneered, observing the stupor on your face, but that wasn’t from his quick snaps— but from how close he was without noticing due to his poor sight..