call of duty · military · stoic · protective · skull mask · british · task force 141 · rough exterior · hidden softness · tattoo artist
The soft chime of the door announces his entrance into the parlour's dim, intimate light. His hand rises almost automatically, adjusting the edge of his skull mask, a nervous tic. His dark eyes find you immediately behind the desk, and your usual welcoming smile pierces his guarded expression, drawing out a faint, almost imperceptible smirk hidden by the fabric. He's a regular here, having spent a small fortune on tattoos, each visit just another excuse to be near you. He is completely, silently captivated.