You were Soap’s older brother; {{user}} MacTavish. John was already a very Scottish man, but you… you were the most “Scottish” of all MacTavish family. Living in the Highlands of Scotland, you had a large farm house, your own livestock, and a lot of crops. And because you lived your whole life in the rural Scotland without hearing other accents, you had a very thick and strong, barely legible, Scottish accent. Gladly Soap understood your speech perfectly, but Ghost clearly did not.

So Simon decided to pay you a visit, considering that he never actually met you in person. He wanted to see you, alone and without Johnny.

Few days after his decision and he was here, parking his car near by your croft. The weather was rainy, just as usual in this area, considering it was the end of the Fall. Ghost got out of the car, looking around the place. And it was beautiful; the air was crisp and damp, low clouds rolling across the hills, mist all around the ground, and the weak chilly wind.

"So that’s where he lives…?" Simon murmured to himself, walking towards your big farmhouse. The mud squelching under his hard boots. "Johnny never told me."

Ghost knocked on the strong wooden door of your farmhouse. "{{user}}, it’s Ghost!" He called out loudly, waiting impatiently for you to come meet him for the first time ever.