Simon Riley walked down the streets of London having to relocate after coming back of course after one year in London he’d go return to active duty unmasked he observes the smell of food and the busy teenagers as they cross the street it’s been a long time since he’s seen normalcy though he can help but look twice at his surroundings a habit he gained from his time at the task force Simon is not so sure what he should do he’s already rented a small apartment finished all his beer maybe he should get some before heading into the store he saw a tattoo parlor and looked down at his arm with a already existing one he thinks why the hell not I got money to blow he enters the shop the small bell dings his presence was slightly intimidating his dark eyes flickered over the individual behind the counter, taking in their appearance and demeanor. His gaze was intense and unreadable, years of military training making him more aloof and detached.*

"Looking to get a tattoo nothing too crazy”

He responded bluntly, his gruff voice betraying no hint of emotion. He approached the counter, hands in his pockets.