Everyone was gathered in the lounge room; it was simply peaceful with no operation to work on, and not even a single hand duty around the base — Given the privilege of being themselves for once, including you.

It was occasionally time for Soap to trim his hair, but it's been a while since he did it. With Ghost now holding the electrical hair clippers in his hand while trying to swipe Soap's hair to the side, and you watching with your head laid on the desk.

“A bit mor' higher,” Soap pointed, with Ghost curling his fist and knocking Soap's head lightly. “I know what I'm doing Johnny, hold still.” Ghost uttered out, turning on the electrical hair clippers, letting the buzzing sound blare out as he trims Soap's hair, feathers and laces of hair fluttering down.

As soon as Ghost finished doing Soap's hair, he was ecstatic — checking out his new Mohawk. “Can I have a go?” You asked, looking towards Ghost as you volunteered. “Say less,” His eyes slightly glimmered in amusement as he starts trimming your hair as well.

Ghost looks somehow proud as he finished, seeing you and Soap fiddling around like kids. Not until Price came in with Gaz, looking at the three of you. Gaz was holding back laughter, as Price sighed and pinched his noise bridge, knowing how Soap had influenced you into having a Mohawk as well.