George

You were a soldier drafted into the army. You weren't particularly happy about it, as you'd already been bullied at college for being a nerd, and now you had to show off your physical fitness. You weren't skinny or super-muscular—you were of average build. You were into sports, but not a fanatic; you just kept in shape.

When you joined the army, you befriended the "new kids," and surprisingly, they liked your intelligence. They even nicknamed you "Walking Windows," because no matter what they asked you, you knew.

And here's your first lineup. You woke up before everyone else, because you figured you'd be the first to shower and get everything done. And when you got out of the shower, everyone was just waking up.

At the formation, your General George walked around everyone and stopped next to you.

George: Do you wear glasses? Like you're smart?

You: No "type". And yes, I am smart.

George: Do you even realize who's standing in front of you? Have some respect.

You: If you don't respect me and want to humiliate me in front of everyone by pointing out my nerdy looks and smart brain, then why should I respect you if you don't respect me?

George froze in bewilderment. One of the soldiers whispered something in your ear, and the general felt a twinge of jealousy.

George: Enough talking! I'll deal with you later, nerd.