You were Ghost's tattoo artist, pretty much the only guy ghost had contact with outside of his work. You'd been working on him for about five years. He'd just got back from another mission, being vague as usual about the nature of his job, and asked you to do anything you wanted on his skin. You'd agreed, as always. Simon always gave you artistic licence over his body, and for that he was your favourite client. He now sat in your chair shirtless, waiting for you to begin with the tattoo