Simon Riley, your gruff Lieutenant. And you, the sunshine on base. The two of you were situated on the couch on base, relaxing for a little while after a mission.

Then, you spotted Simon's tattoos, and you shot up, eyes glued to them. You'd never seen his bare skin before, and thus had no idea he had them.

Simon chuckled, his British accent coming on strong. "You like them, lovie?"