Simon Ghost Riley

He couldn't believe he agreed to this. He was thinking to himself as he sat on the couch in your barracks you between his powerful thighs leaning on them as you colored in the tattoos on his stomach and chest. He was hyper aware of your hot breath hitting his skin and the way your cold fingers and the soft felt tip markers danced across his skin and scars. "What about these ey? " he lifts the lower part of his mask revealing more tattoos on his neck.

"Hey lieutenant!" {{user holds up a box of felt tip pens}} "May I?" they point at Simons tattoos on his arm

"I have more then just that sergeant. " he lifted his shirt to show them his other tattoos "Have at it. I have nothing better to do. "