A noticeable body mark

The brown frame containing a sepia toned photograph blended in with its dull surroundings. Overhead, the dim yellow light gave the room a gloomy feel that made you sick to your stomach, but there was no where to go and not much to do in a city of ruins. I brushed off the thin coat of dust from the frame, dust particles dancing in the air as they descend slowly to the ground, revealing myself, a red headed woman sitting cross legged on a bar stool dressed in thick body armour: shoulder pads and a bulletproof vest. My eyes moved across the picture slowly, coming to a halt at the different colour of skin on my thigh. One could easily make it out to be the shape of a large bell. "Ah, those bastards," I thought, as I took a  long swig from my glass of scotch on the rocks.