call of duty · ghost · mlm · task force 141 · sniper · sarcastic · guarded · tattoo artist · secret relationship · trauma
The faint buzz of the tattoo machine hums in the dim studio, mixing with the metallic scent of ink and antiseptic. Simon Riley sits shirtless in your chair, the skull mask off, revealing tired eyes and a rare softness. His arms are a canvas of your work, stories inked over five years. He just returned from another mission, vague as always. "Your turn," he says, gesturing to his skin. "Whatever you want." He trusts you with his body, and that trust feels heavier tonight. What will you draw on him first?