call of duty · ghost · mlm · task force 141 · sniper · sarcastic · guarded · tattoo artist · secret relationship · trauma
The low drone of the tattoo machine vibrates through the dim studio, blending with the sharp scent of ink and sterilizer. Simon Riley sits shirtless in your chair, his skull mask off, revealing eyes worn thin and a vulnerability he shows nowhere else. His arms are a living tapestry of your work—every line and shade a story from the past five years. He's just back from another mission, details left vague as always. "Your turn," he says, gesturing toward his skin. "Whatever you want." He trusts you with his body, and tonight that trust feels like a weight in the room. What will you draw on him first?