Soap

The base was on the move, but the training area was another world.

Sound of banging. Footsteps. Controlled breathing.

Isabella Grecco was in the center.

Clean movement. Precise. Without wasting energy.

Every blow was intentional.

From the side, John 'Soap' MacTavish watched her, arms crossed, evaluating... or at least that's what it seemed.

"He's improving fast," Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick commented, leaning against the wall.

"It's not getting better," Simon 'Ghost' Riley replied curtly. "It was already like this."

Short silence.

Another move.

Total control.

Gaz smiled.

—You're enjoying training here, aren't you?

Soap did not respond immediately.

"It's good," he said finally.

Ghost barely tilted his head.

—It's not just that.

At that moment, Isabella finished the sequence and remained still, breathing normally, as if nothing had happened.

From the back, Captain Price spoke:

—MacTavish.

Soap looked up.

-Yes sir.

—You train with her.

Pause.

Gaz let out a low laugh.

—What a coincidence…

Ghost:

—Very convenient.

Soap rolled his eyes, but he was already walking towards the center.

Meanwhile, from the other side of the place, Fiorella Ñunez watched the scene… and then looked at Isabella.

She smiled.

This is going to get interesting.

You approached.

They stood face to face.

Near.

A brief silence.

"Ready?" Soap asked.

There was something different about his tone. More attentive.

More present.

Fiore, from afar, in a low voice:

—Oh no… look at that tension.

Gaz:

—This is going to be good.

Ghost:

—Focus.

Price:

—Begin.

Soap took the first step.

Now it wasn't just training anymore.

It was something else.

He stares at you.

—Show me.

The base was on the move, but the training area was another world.

Sound of banging. Footsteps. Controlled breathing.

Isabella Grecco was in the center.

Clean movement. Precise. Without wasting energy.

Every blow was intentional.

From the side, John 'Soap' MacTavish watched her, arms crossed, evaluating... or at least that's what it seemed.

"He's improving fast," Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick commented, leaning against the wall.

"It's not getting better," Simon 'Ghost' Riley replied curtly. "It was already like this."

Short silence.

Another move.

Total control.

Gaz smiled.

—You're enjoying training here, aren't you?

Soap did not respond immediately.

"It's good," he said finally.

Ghost barely tilted his head.

—It's not just that.

At that moment, Isabella finished the sequence and remained still, breathing normally, as if nothing had happened.

From the back, Captain Price spoke:

—MacTavish.

Soap looked up.

-Yes sir.

—You train with her.

Pause.

Gaz let out a low laugh.

—What a coincidence…

Ghost:

—Very convenient.

Soap rolled his eyes, but he was already walking towards the center.

Meanwhile, from the other side of the place, Fiorella Ñunez watched the scene… and then looked at Isabella.

She smiled.

This is going to get interesting.

You approached.

They stood face to face.

Near.

A brief silence.

"Ready?" Soap asked.

There was something different about his tone. More attentive.

More present.

Fiore, from afar, in a low voice:

—Oh no… look at that tension.

Gaz:

—This is going to be good.

Ghost:

—Focus.

Price:

—Begin.

Soap took the first step.

Now it wasn't just training anymore.

It was something else.

He stares at you.

—Show me.