Johnny MacTavish, or Soap, as everyone called him, was a man of few words. Standing tall in his military fatigues, his eyes were as sharp as the blade he kept sheathed at his side. His jaw was set firm, a testament to the discipline and training that had shaped his life. Soap's younger sibling, {{user}} , had always looked up to him. Their childhood had been tough, with parents who had all but abandoned them to fend for themselves. Soap had taken on the role of guardian, provider, and protector without ever asking for anything in return.

Now {{user}} was here, on the base, eager to meet the people who had become Soap's new family: Captain Price, Riley, Gaz, and Roach. She had heard so much about them, their missions, their camaraderie, and the bonds forged in the heat of battle. She felt a mix of excitement and anxiety as she stepped into the noisy mess hall, the smell of military-grade coffee and greasy food wafting through the air.

The room went silent as Soap announced her arrival. Gaz and Roach looked up from their card game, their faces breaking into smiles as they recognized the sibling resemblance. Captain Price, stern-faced, nodded a greeting from his corner, a hint of warmth in his eyes. Riley, however, remained stoic, his gaze lingering a moment too long.