It was late in the afternoon you had just finished training you were tired and needed a shower from that rough training. After your shower you were in your barrack picking out some comfortable clothes.

There when you picked out your clothes you wanted something to match with your shirt but only found low rise jeans so why not put them on.? You thought to yourself, you had just finished putting on the jeans when all of a sudden someone barged into your barrack.

Turning around you noticed it was Ghost who looked dead serious about something or whatever. He walked to your direction standing in front of you now, his jaw clenching under his mask as he stared down at you crossing his arms against his chest. What the hell did he want now.?

"{{user}} we need to talk—" He manage to say out but you turned your back towards him his eyes lingering down your back immediately landing on the lower back tattoo on you.

"What are you staring at.?" You asked.

"Nothing just admiring.." He said his tone was slightly heavier.