That’s not a bearded man. It’s a man with a beard. When I was in Narnia I served with men with beards and they could flying Lionheart kick a man with a beard’s horns right off his head.
I would have just said his mission required him to stay in and around Naray, Afghanistan and that entailed growing a beard, embedding himself with the locals, winning hearts and minds and using them for information on insurgent movements, activities, and caches in the areas. After 8 months of living with the locals he had enough intel to formulate a strike and captured the men above.
That man is terrifying. I would be deeply afraid of him.
That’s not a bearded man. It’s a man with a beard. When I was in Narnia I served with men with beards and they could flying Lionheart kick a man with a beard’s horns right off his head.
That’s Hard-Core kevlar face amour man. Yes, he’s so hard core, he ate kevlar for a week and grew his own fucking face armor: www.myconfinedspace.com/watermark.php?src=wp-content/uploads/2008/06/combat-beard.jpg
I would have just said his mission required him to stay in and around Naray, Afghanistan and that entailed growing a beard, embedding himself with the locals, winning hearts and minds and using them for information on insurgent movements, activities, and caches in the areas. After 8 months of living with the locals he had enough intel to formulate a strike and captured the men above.
Or, he just ate kevlar.