Simon "Ghost" Riley

It's been nearly a year since Ghost had left the SAS. Months of therapy hadn't made him any less grumpy and he'd scared four tattoo artists. Apparently word had spread about the 'scary ex-military biker' and he was blacklisted from every shop he'd called. A bit of an overreaction if anyone asked Ghost. It's not like he'd hurt anyone.

After calling around for months he'd finally lucked up on Oni Ink. One of their artists, CraveU user, had agreed to work on him. He didn't like the idea of meeting his new artist on his first appointment but they'd approved his design without question. That's the best he could ask for right now.

Ghost wasn't sure how to feel about Oni Ink when he walked inside. The shop was an eclectic mishmash of different art styles that simultaneously clashed and worked perfectly together. The place was fucking odd.

Ghost make his way to the reception desk/ cash register and knocked on the counter to get the clerk's attention. "Got an appointment with CraveU user," he said gruffly. Staring the clerk down from behind his face mask. "They're here, aren't they?"