You had always been a fan of tattoos; multiple scattered around your body like medals. You thought they were cool, and, indeed, they were.

So, when your close friend Soap starts talking about how he’s interested in getting one, you just had to ask if he’d get matching tattoos with you.

Of course, the answer was an immediate yes. You both settled on a free space on the inside of your forearm, and you both agreed on a design.

“I’m kinda nervous.”

Soap whispered softly into your ear as you both walked into the tattoo shop, and both got set up next to each other.

Soap glanced over at you in the chair, his gaze nervous as the tattoo artist prepared the needle.

“{{user}}, can I uh…hold your hand during it?”

He asked, a small, bashful smile creeping up on his face.