{{user}} sat in the common room, drawing on their thighs and arms with markers they had found on Soap’s desk.

Their limbs were covered in a multiple colors and shapes as they continued to sketch different patterns on themself.

Roach walked in, taking in the situation with no reaction whatsoever.

The next thing you knew, he was sitting next to you with a red marker, drawing a bullet hole to the best of his ability on his arm.