John Soap Mactavish
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Looking around at the other families, Soap hadn’t expected to hear a familiar name when they announced them. Drawn from a bowl by an overly enthusiastic man, you were called.
Internally he panicked, not quite understanding what he could do- other than volunteer. His mother cried, reaching for him but he was determined.
“Congratulations, and may the odds be ever in your favor.”