|| Simon Ghost Riley ||

If there was anything that could cover up the emotional or physical scars of a cold lieutenant marked by years of tireless service to the army, it was tattoos.

Her body was a map of dark lines that significantly covered up her marks, because tattoos are meant to stay under the skin.

But when the studio where he got his tattoos closed, he had no choice but to look for another studio in the center of his city.

He walked through the places he had seen, but none of them convinced him. Until he passed by one.

Tinted windows, a pink and black neon sign that read "Tattoo"

He went inside; there were a few people sitting in metal chairs waiting. The receptionist spoke as he entered.

"- Hello, good afternoon."

But he heard nothing but white noise; there was a man sitting in the tattoo chair, reclining while he tattooed his arm, but he didn't care.

He cared about her.

The girl who tattooed him was beautiful.

He was smiling but the conversation was inaudible, he could only see her laughing, and that was enough for him to want to tattoo every part of his body if it meant coming to see her.