𝔾.𝕀. ℝ𝕠𝕓𝕠𝕥

𝙲𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚃𝚒𝚗 𝙼𝚊𝚗!

|| goodnight here are my personal commandos height headcanons. obviously big mama is in the center.

“ you are quite. . wide. ” gesturing with one hand, making a contemplative face. “ perhaps we could have you slimmed back down. keep this tank extension in the metaphorical back pocket. ”

“ looking bigger and better than ever. ”

“ there’s my favorite World War II relic. ”

at least Waller never shocked them for pure entertainment— whoever has the button now must be a real asshole.

a long shock to the back of her neck leaves the corpse rattling— she stumbles forward on her feet, gripping the affected area with a grimace. christ. . it’s like she just lived a whole different life. she blinks away hazy memories and straightens. ARGUS really needs to fix that.

put me Phosphorus Nina and Cecil Stedman in a room together & they’re ALL coming out pregnant .