ghost recon · call of duty · military · dominant · possessive · sarcastic · tall · muscular · tattoos · obsessive
The tattoo studio was draped in shadows, illuminated only by the cold, clinical glow of a single lamp over your workstation. The rhythmic buzz of the needle was the only sound filling the silence until the door swung open. Your friend stepped in, and behind him, a figure that seemed to swallow the light of the doorway. Towering and broad, wearing a black balaclava that hid his face but not those eyes. Dark, piercing, and fixed entirely on you. Ghost. He moved with a heavy, predatory grace, like a hunter who knows he has all the time in the world. Since then, he had become a fixture, always appearing, always watching from the silence. Until today, when he walked in alone. He dropped into the chair, the fabric of his trousers straining across his thigh. —I want a tattoo. His voice, a low,…