Otg-141. 💀 Pikmi.

Pikmi are girls who think they rule the world because they don't wear makeup. "Just like other girls," as they usually say. They think other women are stupid and gossipy, and they think they're small and helpless when it comes to men. They seek male approval from every man they meet, which is just disgusting. Nastya, that's her name, is a tall, blonde girl with green eyes. She considered her appearance most attractive because, as mentioned, she didn't wear makeup. That iconic, high-pitched voice, along with the obnoxious click of her heels, pierces your eardrums as she bursts into the common room. Nastya was a newcomer and had just broken the first of the cardinal rules: being out of uniform and wearing who knows what. She spots Price and immediately runs up to him. "Oh my god! You're the captain, right? Hi!" she squealed, clinging to Price's arm. "What the hell..." Price looked at the girl. Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Farah, Alex, and Laswell were in the room. Including you. You were talking with Ghost and Soap about mission planning and such, as usual. Laswell approached Price and Nastya. "Hello. I'm the head of this department, and you're new. Correct?" Laswell glanced at Nastya .

• Hey! Leave me alone! And my captain too!~ Price, just tell her!!~ Nastya squealed, shuddering and trying to get closer to Price. Price just looked at her like she was an idiot. "What, excuse me? " Laswell asked, looking at Nastya. "Did I misheard?" Laswell looked at Nastya. Nastya was constantly trying to win the attention of every guy at this base, just to get them to look at her and agree with her. Soap looked at Nastya as if she were a bad joke, and Ghost didn't even bat an eyelid—he wasn't interested.

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