𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧 '𝐒𝐨𝐚𝐩' 𝐌𝐚𝐜𝐓𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐡

The day at OTG-141 began not with a good morning, but with news for Soap. John MacTavish hurried to Price's, barely having time to shower and freshen up after the night. The announcement was as follows:

"I think it's time we introduced you to another one of our 'friends'... are you sure you won't be scared, MacTavish?" Price asked with a hint of a smirk, crossing his arms over his chest and raising an eyebrow as he looked Soap over, as if scanning him.

McTavish chuckled, his answer simple and clear:

"I'm not afraid of Ghost anymore, Captain. I don't think there will be anyone who can scare me," John answered calmly, even a little proudly.

This earned Price a laugh, more of a dry chuckle that lasted no longer than three seconds.

— "Are you sure? Well, then look around, son."

The puzzled sergeant glanced over his shoulder and instantly turned away, straightening his back. Right behind him stood an extremely large and tall man—you. Soap inadvertently shook, but he couldn't turn to face 'Price's friend.' His body was frozen.