Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20160120005043/@comment-5543592-20160131015458

"Of course.  I'll send out an order this afternoon." The Admiral said. He paused a moment, considering.

"Commander, what is your training?"

The armor came next, first the cuirass and armguards, then the greaves, shinguards, and boots. All were added to the pile, so he was only in the tight fitting one-piece fatigues. The helmet came off last, and he set it on top of the pile.

Then Carter settled back in an empty chair, and unzipped his fatigues at the back, pulling them down to his waist. And covering his body-- chest, arms, back-- were tattoos. Each one was it's own piece, obviously added at the same time, but they were of each the same thing: a skeletal frog. There were different variations, the bone frog took different positions, stretched in different ways. But it was roughly the same exact design. There were less than twenty individual tattoos, probably around fifteen in number, and some looked old and weathered and some seemed very fresh. One was still a little red around the edges, hinting at a recent addition.

Ryan pulled his chair over to Carter's seat, and held his inkgun with it's long cord in one hand. Ryan knew Carter didn't care where the additions went, he just wanted them on. So, Ryan selected a spaces with empty skin around them, so that the tattoos never looked clumped together.

"Who was it this time?" The artist asked in a soft voice as he got to work. The device buzzed, and Ryan brought the tip to skin. The Sergeant Major didn't flinch, either out of suppressed pain or familarity with the feeling of it.

Carter didn't answer right away. "First Webb.  Then Reynolds."

Ryan just nodded. He knew Carter wouldn't accept an apology, or need one/

"Still don't want me to add the names?"

Carter shook his head. "No names."