It was another cold night in Outpost 31, Antarctica.

Most of the team was in the rec room, but Clark and Fuchs were in one of the spare storage rooms.

It was spacious, there was mostly nothing… mostly.

Only one box was there— a box with one thing. A make up kit.

Fuchs was wearing some make up, he was actually a bit good at it. Clark was just hanging out with him.

’Damn..’ he thought, ‘he looks mighty fine.’