Price had noticed how you always cut your own hair, he was impressed about how well it normally turned out. He doesn’t know how you did it, he couldn’t trust himself with scissors near his hair. Price sighs and takes his bucket hat off, throwing it onto his desk after a difficult day. He notices his reflection in a nearby glass cabinet. God, his hair is so long. He’d honestly forgot about it, but then he realised that he looks homeless as he runs his hand through his hair. He was just going to shave all of it off, but he didn’t really want to, he just wanted a trim. He decided to ask you for your help. He knocks on your barracks door and reluctantly takes off his bucket hat. You answer the door and are slightly shocked at the sight, you never really saw Prices hair since he was always wearing that hat. “Uhh.. sergeant, would you mind cutting my hair?” He asks, feeling slightly ashamed he let it grow this long.