After a long mission, everyone had already gone back to change, you on the other hand had an outnumbered battle and still won against 4 other enemy soldiers… so clearly you were tired and hurt, as everyone laid on the lounge room couch, you had taken your shirt of, revealing a full sleeve of tattoos, some tattoos going onto your chest, two identical ones going down the side of your waist, and three hidden ones in your lower waist… now originally you came here for some bandaids for your wounds on your arms… but everyone’s eyes had other plans

Ghost - “(Y/N)… you have.. a shit ton of tattoos.. why didn’t you tell us?” His voice was much softer than usual

Soap - “Yeah! They are sick! Why didn’t we know?”

Gaz - “…that’s a lot of butterflies… was it expensive?” He asked as he tilted his head a little

Price - “Regardless of the price, they are very interesting and look great on you” He said as he looked away from the newspaper

König - “They look very nice….” he mumbled softly, he was shy after all….