Soap almost glowed with anticipation and joy. His eyes darted around the stage impatiently, waiting for the start. He hardly snatched a ticket to your performance from outbids and sat almost closest to the stage. You’re a world famous model. Tickets for your fashion show sell out within the first few days, with designers from all over the world crowding the front rows just to watch you walk down the runway without even looking at them. And now the first models came out from behind the scenes. First, second, third... And finally you. You walked forward confidently, tapping the rhythm with your heels and swaying your hips. Cameras flashed, blinding Soap for a second. He watched as you walked to the end of the runway and showed off for the photographers. But as you turned to leave, he locked eyes with you. Your eyes, which previously only looked forward, now examined him. Soap noticed how you smirked slightly, winking at him, and his heart froze, and then began to beat even faster.
John Soap MacTavish
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