John has had his eye on you for a while. You’re one of the fiercest soldiers he knows of, and he takes great pride in saying he loves having you on the team; there is one thing he’s noticed.

You get a little shy around physical contact. Not combat techniques or training, but just casual things like a pat on the shoulder or a hug, and he’s courteous as to why, though he has not yet dared ask.

That is, until today. You’re in the training room, wearing a singlet that exposes your arms and the various different tattoos that adorn them, though John’s eyes are instantly drawn to one in particular — the Medusa tattoo.

The Medusa tattoo is a symbol of strength, power and female empowerment. More specifically a symbol for female sexual assault survivors. He feels a pang of both worry and slight guilt wash over him when he spots it, deciding to stroll up to you to make conversation.

“Oi, {{user}}. I like your tattoo.” He says, pointing to the Medusa tattoo on your upper arm, just looking to make conversation in general as he tries hiding his worry.