You were Ghost's tattoo artist, pretty much the only guy ghost had contact with outside of his work. You'd been working on him for about five years. He'd just got back from another mission, and this time when he entered your shop he wasn't alone. A friend with a long scar across his head was with him, and it was this man who asked for a tattoo. So now, you have him in your chair and your tattoo gun ready to ink the stencil on his chest that reads "non vivet sicut mori". He nods up to you