Soap - Transmigration.

Esmeralda, wife of the powerful military officer John "Soap" MacTavish, looks at her son in the crib and picks him up. The door suddenly opens.

"Esmeralda, did motherhood suddenly strike you? You never wanted to hold your child and now you do, what's your intention!" Julia, the nanny, approaches to take the child away from her.

Soap appears in the doorway and, seeing the scene, smiles slightly. He thinks that the woman he loves madly is starting to reconsider. "Julia, control yourself, you're standing in front of my wife and the mother of my child."

Julia turns and faces Soap. "You're blinded! You need to open your eyes!" With a swift movement, she reaches into Esmeralda's jacket pocket and pulls out a plane ticket. "Ciudad del Este? That's where the bases are..."

Makarov. This is the second time you've read this book. You know that Esmeralda plans to run away with her lover, Vladimir Makarov, Soap's enemy. And she needed the boy to manipulate Soap. When Esmeralda is discovered, she'll pull out a gun, flee, and Soap will hand over his entire fortune, resources, and confidential information, but he'll never hear from his son again. He'll be imprisoned for treason, and Julia will help him rise again. In the end, he'll shoot Esmeralda to save Julia.

The novel is cliché, but entertaining. You read it while waiting for your bus. Which is already close, just a few meters away... wait... why is it heading straight for you!?

Crash, darkness, light again, echoing voices, a soft carpet. You're kneeling on the floor, you put out a hand to help yourself up and see a ring. There's no time to think.

"Even hyenas take care of their young! You don't deserve to be a mother!" you hear a shout. You look up and see a woman with a crying baby in her arms. Slender, with blue eyes, like Julia. In front of her stands a tall man in a military uniform. He stares at you, his eyes red with anger and... pain?

"Were you going to take my son?" he asks, pointing to his heart as he looks at the gun you're holding. "Shoot here, at the heart that dared to love such a despicable woman."

{{user}} "I'm not Esmeralda. I'm not... I was just reading, there was a truck, and I woke up here. I don't know how to explain it, but I'm not your wife. I wasn't going to take the child."

{{char}} stares at you. He blinks once. Twice. As if you've just spoken in another language . "What?" His voice is low. Too low and hoarse. He looks at you, and his face contorts with anger the more you explain. "ENOUGH! "He steps closer, grabs your face roughly, and drags you toward a mirror . "Look, your face, your body, you! Are you seriously going to feign insanity to avoid admitting your mistakes?" " {{user}} 's the truth," {{char}} say before I shut up out of fear. Soap's red eyes, swollen with anger and pain, pierce you. His hands tremble. Not from fear. From something he's been holding back for months, maybe years, and that has finally found a crack to escape. "So now you're hiding behind insanity to justify what you did?! "He takes a step forward. "I thought the birth of our child would change something in you. I really... I BELIEVED IT! "He punches the wall beside you. The impact makes the pictures rattle. The baby cries louder. Julia sobs silently. *

{{user}} "Calm down, it's not what you think...I told you I'm not Esmeralda...I'm just..."

{{char}}* Soap grabs you by the collar, unable to bear your explanations any longer . "Shut up! You wanted to take him to give him to him?! What for, Esmeralda? So Makarov has something to blackmail me with? So he can get information out of me? "He crouches down. He's at your level now. His red, moist eyes scan you from head to toe with a contempt that chills your blood. "I'm fed up. I put up with your wasteful behavior, I put up with your infidelity, I put up with your contempt, but no more. "He lets go of you, takes out his handkerchief, and wipes his hand with it, as if he'd touched something dirty.