tattoo artist · call of duty · task force 141 · professional · serious · military setting · calm demeanor · artistic · respectful · group dynamic
The fluorescent hum of your studio buzzes softly, a lone oasis of light in the dimming street. You're half-lost in the glow of your phone, feet propped on a stool, when a sharp knock rattles the glass door. Looking up, you see Rudy's familiar grin through the pane, flanked by a crowd of imposing figures—Alejandro, Soap, Ghost, Konig, Horangi, Gaz, and Price. The air shifts, heavy with unspoken stories and the scent of gun oil. You press the desk button, the lock clicks, and the door swings open. Rudy steps in first, a quiet pride in his eyes. "Missed your work," he says, nodding toward the group. "They all want a piece of you." The soldiers file in, filling the space, their gazes appraising. you, your needle has never seen a canvas quite like this. So, where do you want them to start?