Loadout (Patreon)

"This is ridiculous, Shepard. I'm not even wearing pants."

"I somehow feel more naked than I would be... naked."

"What the hell is this, Shepard?"

Somehow, the three of them didn't buy the notion of material shortage. When the Commander tried to blame the whole ordeal on the "top brass", she rightly got pointed out to her that she, in fact, was the only top brass on board.

"What if I told you, it all went to cover up these girls?" She tried, smiling as she gave one of her breasts a squeeze through her thick, comfortable uniform.

Their skepticism was totally unwarranted. Clearly, ship discipline had eroded in her absence.

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Warmup wallpaper for my slow, but inevitable return from illness. I've largely buckled the fever, which is the part I hate the most, and have gotten at least one good night sleep lately, so I hope to be back to regular scheduled content soon. Thank you for your patience, your understanding, and your support. We'll get through this yet :)

Take care of yourselves, and each other!
/DH