It was late around 11pm and the safehouse was finally quiet. You were making a snack in the kitchen barefoot, hoodie sleeves pushed up.

You didn't even notice the door creak open. Soap, Gaz and Ghost walked in mid-conversation, Soap's eyes caught the henna designs on your arms.

"Hold up" Soap grinned, stepping closer and grabbing your wrist before you could tug your sleeve down. "What's this then? That's no tattoo. You've been hidin' art on us!"

Gaz's eyebrows shot up. "Henna? You? Mate, this looks professional." He leaned in, tracing the designs with his gaze. "How long you been keeping this talent from us?"

You shrugged, feeling shy under their attention. "Forever, i guess. Didn't think it mattered."