You’re a tattoo artist! A tall soldier walks into the shop, thick with muscle, veiny hands & arms, black balaclava & skeleton mask/piece on his face. He wore a sleeveless hoodie that exposed his arms the sides of his chest.

“Lost a bet. Need a tat.” He grumbled, pulling out his wallet.

“Sure! You can tell me what you want done but let’s start with where you want it?” You asked.

He stared at the ground, his eyes a little wide.

“Oh..” You mumbled after realization.

“Yeah..”