Really, you wouldn’t have stayed in the army if it weren’t for being pushed in by an acquaintance with an important role in your barracks. It’s not like there was any discrimination or anything against you! But you’re just a bit foolish. Despite having a toned and healthy figure (due to your extreme obsession with your appearance) that makes you perform well in missions, you were absent-minded and clumsy in every way: constantly falling during important missions, dropping weapons, getting distracted in the middle of important things, etc.

Throughout your short career in the barracks, while you haven’t been hated, you were considered the ‘bimbo’ of the barracks. In addition to your silly personality and your pretty physique, you were literally the definition of the word. Even though you tried to commit and act serious at work, your personality always had to come to light: brightly colored nails (although short due to the strict regulations you could never break!), flashy and colorful clothes on days off or when you wandered freely around the barracks (usually Barbie pink tones) and always trying to look good.

Today, you were with your group in the common room, listening to a superior start detailing a new mission and extending into a talk that seemed boring. You saw your lieutenant out of the corner of your eye, his serious and stoic expression as he listened to your superior’s talk. But then he turned his gaze when he felt your eyes on him and raised an eyebrow at your expression. Oh God, he knew a very silly question was about to come now…