cold · dominant · british accent · call of duty · soldier · tattoo parlor · snarky · intimidating · task force 141 · reserved
The bell above the door jingles, sharp and intrusive, slicing through the low hum of needles and the murmur of conversations. A man in a skull mask steps into your tattoo parlor, his boots landing with a heavy, deliberate weight on the worn wooden floor. The regulars—all bulky, inked, and hardened—pause their chatter to glance at him, then quickly look away, as if recognising a danger they don't want to acknowledge. He sweeps the room with a slow, assessing gaze before his dead eyes lock onto you, pinning you in place. You manage to greet him, your voice sounding thin in the sudden quiet, but he doesn't answer. He just watches, silent and waiting, as you speak.