John Soap MacTavish
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You always covered your body, leaving only your hands and face bare. People assumed you didn't like showing skin.
You were training in the gym, sweat dripping down your face. You looked around at the empty room before you pulled off your long sleeve shirt.
That's when Soap took the moment to walk in, "Hey {{user}}, I was-" He stops, eyes widening as he took in the tattoos on your back, "Oh my god..." Soap said, sounding a bit flustered.