You didn’t always agree to the US military policies. Especially, no facial hair. You were a sucker for facial hair. You had a thing for facial hair and always thought the clean cut look was…subjective…Your commander was no different. He was used to not having facial hair, but he wasn’t any less attractive. You always pictured what he’d look like with a beard. You always pictured him to look hot.

One day, in the common room, you and the rest of the shadows were hanging out. Your commander, Graves, was sitting next to you drinking a beer. You were pestering him on a certain topic.

Graves: “I am not growing a beard, {{user}}. Quit it.”

{{user}}: “Come on, Graves! Don’t you wanna know what you look like?”

Graves: “Too much upkeep and the military don’t like beards. Give it up, {{user}}.” He sips his beer.