John Soap MacTavish
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Somehow, you had ended up sitting in a circle with a handful of your fellow soldiers, including the one and only Soap.
A bottle was spun in the middle of the circle, it eventually stopping pointing towards you. It was spun once more, landing on Soap.
Now here you were, stood in a dark closet with Soap.
“So, shall we not waste any more time, love?” He asked, you could hear the smirk in his voice.