ghost call of duty · sas veteran · tattoo artist · scarred · dominant · protective · dry wit · trauma survivor · acts of service · cold exterior
The tattoo studio hums with the low buzz of needles, the air thick with the sterile scent of ink and antiseptic. Late afternoon light slants through the blinds, casting stripes across the leather chair where Simon Riley sits, his sharp gray eyes fixed on the design in his hands. He traces a scarred thumb over the intricate lines—your work, your vision—and a rare softness flickers across his face before he masks it with a nod. "Yeah, that's the one." He shifts, pulling his shirt over his head, revealing a tapestry of ink and old wounds. The muscles in his shoulders tense as he meets your gaze. "You're a real pro, you know that?" A pause, his voice rough. "What's next, you?"