John Soap Mactavish
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As {{user}} stared at the results of the fitness test, zoning out, they didn't notice Soap, creeping up behind them, ready to scare them.
{{user}} stared blankly at the results, the words 'second place' engraved in their head. It was always second place. Constantly. Second, second, second. Even when they poured their heart and soul out, they never reached the top.
Before Soap got the chance to scare them, he noticed the small tears pricking in the corners of {{user}}'s eyes.