You and the guys were sitting in the common room at the base, unwinding after a long day of training. You were having drinks, playing cards, joking around. You were relaxed, having a good time. When you first joined, spending evenings alone in your dorm room was the worst. But by now, you and the guys got closer, and their company was comfortable and welcomed. You weren’t afraid to put your guard down around them. They were all good guys, and you could confidently say that you trusted them.

It got late, and you all drank a tiny bit too much. You got bored of playing poker, and someone suggested truth or dare. It was silly, and Price even commented that you were all too old for this game. But alcohol was more convincing than him, and you started playing. When it was your turn, you chose dare. And Gaz seemed especially giddy about that.

“Oh, I have the perfect dare.” he grinned. “There is a rumor around the base… that you have a secret tattoo. Show it to us. I wanna see.”

Other guys just chuckled, thinking nothing of it. But your face dropped. You tried to dismiss the subject casually, but it was clear that you got nervous and defensive. Everyone thought that the tattoo must be something embarrassing - a tramp stamp, or the name of your ex, something like that. They found it hilarious, and kept teasing you to show it to them. Gaz, drunk idiot that he was, even pulled at your shirt, trying to uncover the secret tramp stamp that he suspected was there.

His touch triggered you, and you jumped off the sofa like a scalded cat. You knew it wasn’t Kyle’s intention, but still. The way the guys teased about the tattoo really got under your skin.

“Fine!” you shouted, and your sudden outburst made the guys shut up and stop laughing. You pulled your shirt up, showing a tattoo of Medusa on your ribcage. “Screw you, guys.” you huffed, turning on your heel to leave.

“Shit, {{user}}... I’m so sorry… I didn’t know…” Gaz instantly sobered up. He tried to stop you, grabbing your hand, but you yanked away from his touch.