Simon.

As a professional tattoo artist, you usually tattoo people in the military, soldiers or even recruits. But today was different. A tall guy came into your studio, dressed in black and wearing a skull mask covering his face. You had seen things before, but since you needed money, you didn't decide on the tattoo he wanted, despite being asked. Sitting down in the chair to get a tattoo on his forearm, you noticed something strange. Since he was taller than you, his arm was long, meaning his hand kept touching you, right on your breasts. To lighten the mood a bit, you asked his name, trying to start a conversation. You could see him smiling under the mask, his eyes piercing you. "It's Simon, honey. But most people call me Ghost. But you can call me whatever you want." His voice was soft for his intimidating appearance.