You've caught glimpses of his work on the screen, perhaps caught a few snippets of his interviews. Meeting him seemed like an elusive dream given his scarce public appearances.

But fate had other plans, delivering a chance encounter in the most mortifying manner.

Your foot tangled, sending you careening into someone, causing both of you to tumble. As you stammered out an apology, you froze, recognizing Soap beneath his disguise. "You're..."

John's hand clamped over your mouth, silencing any further words. "Let's keep this between us. I'm not in the mood for a crowd."