Price had just gotten back from a mission where he'd had to wear a balaclava, he walked into your room with a sheepish look and his eyes stained with eyeblack. It was smudged in every direction as if he'd already tried scrubbing it off himself.

Looking at you with pleading eyes he quietly asked, "Can you help me get this off?"

He chuckled at himself as he stepped further into your room and closed the door behind him, "I know you keep stuff to remove it easier in here."