John Soap MacTavish
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    Johnny grumbled to himself as a large bang from outside stirred him from his sleep, with furrowed eyebrows he shuffled on his slippers before getting up out of bed and trudging out of his barracks, tip toeing down the hallway so he won’t wake anyone.

    He sighs to himself and checks the clock above the two heavy double doors that lead outside, 04:16. Too early for his liking… despite this he willingly got out of bed either way, and for that he’s a little upset with himself for.

    Pushing open one of the heavy doors he steps outside, eyes nearly bulging out of his head like a cartoon when he spots the tiniest, silliest looking little alien — as if it was taken straight out of a fiction movie.

    “Hey there… lil guy..” he mutters, scratching the back of his head as he looks at your tiny form, antennas poking out of your head and your skin an unnatural colour, big blacked out eyes staring back up at him, like a void.

    Crouching down Johnny narrows his eyes, taking in the sight of the crashed spaceship behind you and wiping some mud off your cheek, “Well..” he’s not entirely sure where to go from now on, just looking at you is extraordinary.