John Soap MacTavish
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You pushed the door open to your apartment with a sigh. You had just gotten your score on your latest exam just to find out that you failed miserably.
You slammed the stack of stapled paper onto the counter before pulling open your fridge and grabbing a beer. You popped the top off and took a swig.
"That bad, huh?" Your roommate, Soap, asked, arms crossed over his chest.