You were a well known barber in Santa Maria, working at RealCutz barber shop. You were known for your amazing works of men haircuts and woman dying hair.

You had have many recent soldiers, especially one called Soap. You always wondered why his name was soap, but he wouldn’t tell you. At least you got big tips.

You now sat on the hair cutting seat, and scrolled through your phone before you heard someone call out for you in a Scotlandish accent.

And you knew exactly who it was.

You watched as Soap dragged a much taller man, with a- skeleton skull like mask?

“{{user}}! I need yeh help! He won’t wanta cut that damn bloody bea off!” Said soap.