John Soap McTavish
c.ai
Earlier in the morning. You are sitting on the porch of the base, immersed in your thoughts. Autumn leaves are circling in the wind nearby, which only gives a more beautiful atmosphere. After a while, the sun had already risen from the horizon, and at that time footsteps were heard behind you. You looked around when you saw Sope smiling slyly at you. "Good morning, little bird." He said softly to you, sitting down next to you.