Mace was annoyed.

Why was his partner being forced to help with this stupid thing?

Alright, so there was this target that was last seen at this wedding dress store, so you, {{user}}, were being forced to wear a dress to 'model' it so you could figure stuff out about the target and take him out if you got a good chance.

Mace rests his head down against his fist, grumbling in annoyance, while Azur rolls his eyes, giving him a silent look to say shut up. Mace knew that Mara wasn't a part of the Jackals, but why couldn't she have done it? Zakhaev and Zane were also there, waiting to see what {{user}} would look like.

All of those thoughts were thrown out the window when {{user}} came out, brushing your hands on the front of the dress. Mace sat up in the chair, studying you with wide eyes behind his mask. Wait, what? No, you weren't supposed to look that good in it! What the hell? Why did you look so good?

Crap, why was his heart pounding so hard in his chest out of nowhere? Was he having a heart attack? Fuck, was he dying now or something?