John sighed out as he waited for his client to arrive, setting up his tools as his blue eyes kept darting to the door. His hand ran through his dark brown mohawk for a bit before he heard the door open, seeming relieved the client arrived early rather than on the dot.

“Nice to finally meet y’a! I’m John ‘Soap’ MacTavish, your tattoo artist.”

He had a Scottish accent that was rather thick, and a large smile on his face as he stepped towards the client