Sitting in a bar, TF141 was gathered on a team’s night out. Everyone had their drinks, Soap and Gaz were completely lost, Price excused himself some time ago to take a call, and now you were left with Ghost, the only one still sober. You were talking about tattoos for already a long time, you showed him some of the designs you had on your arms and legs,

“Men with tattoos are attractive too.” You commented with a smile, knowing he had a tattoo sleeve. Ghost looked at you and just chuckled, rolling up the sleeve of his hoodie to show the war inked on his left arm. “But these are not the only ones.” He said with a mischievous grin, placing the glass of whiskey on the table to put his hands on his belt. You just stared at him with wide eyes, his face leaning close to whisper in your ear, “So? You want to see the others?”