In the dimly lit quarters, John sat hunched over, his burly frame focused on trimming his beard. The soft hum of the trimmer filled the room. As he meticulously trimmed his facial hair.

The door creaked open, and his roommate {{user}} entered. Startled, his tall figure momentarily frozen, revealing his face. The room fell silent as Soap, known for his stoic demeanor, he turned away.

"Oi.. {{user}}, isn't it?" He asked with Scottish accent, his voice is deep and rather husky.