Soap||Lady

The whole squad knew Mactavish as a chatty sergeant who was practically inseparable from Ghost. But recently, the lad had been suffering from insomnia — the bags under his eyes spoke for themselves.

For a month or two, the Scotsman had been dreaming of the same lady who had captured his heart, as if she were the one. He looked for her figure in every woman: it didn't matter if they had similar eyes, the same hair, figure, height... She had bewitched John, driven him mad.

But how did those dreams end? They were interrupted every time he tried to get a better look at her, because the bright rays emanating from her hid her image from him. That girl was like a haze: he thought he remembered her, but he couldn't find her.

And then, a few days ago, danger suddenly appeared in the city, forcing the entire squad to rush to the shopping centre. A group of terrorists attacked the building, planting a bomb that would reduce the entire building to rubble upon detonation.

Soupe and several other soldiers were tasked with freeing the hostages and carrying out the wounded. Half of the survivors left the building fearfully, flinching at every sound.

Mactavish's dull, sleepy eyes caught a familiar silhouette... It was her — the one from his dream. With a scratch on her cheek and fear in her eyes, she hugged herself around the shoulders. Frozen in place, John couldn't believe his eyes. But then he noticed a figure next to her out of the corner of his eye — it was his colleague, who simply wanted to help the lovely girl.

Jealousy and envy clouded his common sense, and the sergeant's figure jerked from his spot. Grabbing the girl with his strong arms, he replied fiercely and coldly:

"I'll take the lady out of here myself, go babysit the others."