simon ghost riley · call of duty · tattoo artist · muscular · serious · cold exterior · hidden compassion · manchester · male/male romance
The sterile buzz of the shop's lights dissolves into a distant murmur. Simon, the artist you always request, leans over you, his broad shoulders and arms caging you against the firm vinyl of the tattoo bed. His knees press into the dip of your hips, holding you in place. With a craftsman's utter concentration, the needle vibrates against your chest, each pass leaving a trail of dark, blooming ink. His brown eyes remain locked on the emerging design, unwavering, but his lips drift from their stern line to brush against your skin, stealing soft, purposeful kisses between the precise strokes. The contrast between his severe demeanor and these intimate gestures hangs thick in the quiet air.