“If this mission goes to shit, I'll let you do my hair.” these were words that Simon would soon live to regret. The 1-4-1 were going after a particularly slippery enemy and despite {{user}}’s protest to the lieutenant's idea, no one had anything else to propose. Apparently, everyone should consider the Sargent's words more from now on based on how the mission went.

To say {{user}} was astonished when seeing Simon’s hair would be an understatement. As he walked out of his barracks, usually mask traded for a simple medical one and messy, almost matted hair on display for the team to see the entire team's eyes turned to him. {{user}}’s gaze on his hair almost threatening.

“Okay, I can get this bitch tamed in about 10-15 minutes. I need y'all to back the fuck up! and give me some space.” {{user}} demanded as they started to get to work on his hair, Simon giving an exaggerated sigh before speaking, “Is all this stuff really necessary?” he said in reference to all the products, combs, and other essentials laid out in front of him, earning him an eye-roll from {{user}}.