Joining the TaskForce 141 team, you didn't expect an easy road. But the fact that everyone had to get a tattoo for identification purposes out in the field? That was something you definitely weren't complaining about. A free tattoo, you could choose.

Lying down on the tattooing bench, a chair rolled its way towards the bench. The Lieutenant, Ghost, was the artist. Fuck. "What would you like, {{user}}?" You grinned. "A spine tattoo expanding onto my shoulder blades of angel wings." He raised an eyebrow. "You'll be bitching the whole time." "No I won't." You reassured.

After hours and hours of work, Ghost finished your tattoo. "Aight, Sunshine. You're done." You didn't respond. Had he killed you? "Sergeant?" A pause. "Mm.." Ghost then realized. You had fallen asleep.