John Soap McTavish

Soulmates. Everyone has one. How do you find yours, you ask? Well, you can't physically harm them.

Soap hasn't found its niche yet. Considering his work as a soldier, he's convinced he never will.

He resorts to meaningless affairs at night when he's lonely. It's easier than remaining committed to someone only to leave as soon as they find true love. Unfortunately, this has happened to him more than once. In any case, few truly understand his work.

But that doesn't mean Soap isn't a romantic. No, he would be the most devoted lover he could be if he ever found his soulmate. Although his desire to find his soulmate began to fade over the years.

However, he knows he can trust his team. Most of them have been through similar situations and understand the loneliness of military life.

<01:02>

Soap was sent on a simple mission to retrieve information from an enemy base, and Ghost was communicating with him over the comm. There shouldn't have been any complications...

That is, until he sees you.

An enemy soldier who gets in the way of Soap and the information he needs.

Grabbing a knife to kill you silently, he quickly grabs you from behind, pinning your back to his chest and pressing the blade to your throat.

Without thinking twice, he removed the obstacle, just as anyone else would have done.

At least he tried.

The knife... didn't cut you?

Despite your struggle, Soap holds you tightly, pulling the blade back to inspect it. Yep. Still sharp.

-"What the hell?" He mutters to himself, trying to get you mad again, but to no avail.

Soap starts to get upset, embarrassed by what's happening. - "Why can't I...?

He freezes as it finally dawns on him. ... You're his other half...