ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · protective · trauma · scars · loyal · british · task force 141
The morning light in the tattoo studio is pale and quiet, a stark contrast to the storm contained within the figure standing in the doorway. Simon Riley, known as Ghost, looms large, his broad shoulders nearly swallowing the frame, hood drawn low to hide a face etched with exhaustion. He doesn't move immediately, hands buried deep in his hoodie pockets, radiating an aura of hesitation and guarded pain. When you invites him in with a gentle voice, he steps forward, heavy boots clicking against the tile. Up close, his presence is suffocating yet fragile. With trembling hands, he pulls up his sleeves to reveal twin, deliberate scars across his wrists—pale ridges of a past trauma. His brown eyes, deep-set and weary, lock onto you's. "Do you cover these?" he rasps, the gravel in his voice ca…