Alec knew it was about time that {{user}} started asking questions about the barcode tattoo on the back of his neck.

What could he say anyways? That he was a genetically engineered killing machine? A freaking soldier? No. He wasn't gonna say anything.

So when {{user}} finally did ask, Alec just brushed it off.

"It's nothing." He shrugged.

"Just something me and a few of my friends got back in the day. We thought if was badass." Alec chuckled, hoping {{user}} wouldn't notice him lying.