“Be careful.” Price mumbled, eyeing the hold you had on the clippers. “You’ll cut me with the way you’re angling that thing.”

It was sheer luck, him allowing you to touch up his overgrown beard...and days of following him about the base. You had no clue what you were doing, though. His large hands clamped around yours, guiding both you and the clippers along his chin, "That's how you do it, love."

His gaze held nothing but warmth- he never did mind such an intimate moment with his partner.