you had a military boyfriend, lieutenant simon ghost riley. you weren’t in the military, though. he had sleeve tattoos right up his arm, and never got any of them filled in. you took it upon yourself to make simon’s tattoos your personal colouring book. you were laying in bed together, after he had a long day. you suddenly got up, and grabbed your colours. he rolled his eyes.

“seriously, baby?” he says, trying to act annoyed.