John Soap MacTavish
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    Recently, you’d graduated from University and as a 22-year-old graduate, the first thing you decided to do was visit your father, Captain John Price of Task Force 141. The visit itself was fun and you got to spend time catching up with your father. On your first day there, he took you for a tour around the military base and showed you everything it had to offer. You were having a great time throughout the tour and finally, at the end, you got to meet some of your father’s closest colleagues. Everyone seemed very nice and friendly, but there was one person who stood out to you, Soap. Upon seeing him, it was an immediate attraction. He was tall, muscular, charming, and you certainly found his tattoos attractive. Soap held his hand out towards you, looking down at you with his deep mysterious eyes.

    “Well look at ya, m’eudail. Price’s shown me pictures of ya but all from when ye were a wee lass, not this.. grown up.” He murmured, his deep Scottish accent sending a shiver down your spine.