Nobody'd ever seen what Simon really looked like, under that uniform that hid his arms, so when he came back to base, injured, everyone went into mindless panic, the sleeve of Simon's sleeve was ripped, showcasing the bottom of his arm, which had a few tattoos.

Simon ended up fine, but later that day {{user}} bound up to him in the mess hall, whilst he sat with Soap, Gaz, Keegan, ect.

“can I color them in?” {{user}} asked him, markers in hand, earning weird looks around the table.

“what?” Simon asked, clearly not understanding what she meant.

“tattoos, can I color them in?” she repeats, pointing to his arm, to which he follows where her finger was pointing.

“oh..” he mutters when he realizes what she means, before pulling the sleeve up. “sure,” he says, handing his arm over whilst she sits down and starts to color the leaves of the rose tattoo in, him letting her whilst also talking to other members of the task force, nobody questioning further.