》Soap Mactavish.

{{user}} arrived at Task Force shrouded in mystery. He always wore a mask, spoke little, and was impossible to read. For Soap, this was a constant invitation to tease him. Amidst jokes, competitions during training, and provocations, he noticed one detail: {{user}} never shared the locker room and waited until he was alone to shower.

Curiosity ultimately won out.

"I found you!" Soap crooned as he opened the locker room door. "Why are you always hiding?"

There was a start inside the cubicle. {{user}} barely managed to cover himself before throwing the soap.

"Get out!"

Soap dodged it, but slipped on the wet floor and fell on his back. Dazed, he reflexively looked up.

Then he saw it.

A sharp scream broke the silence. Before he could react, the cubicle door flew open and hit him on the forehead.

"Now! Get out!"

With a growing bruise, he left without arguing. As he crossed the threshold, he encountered Ghost, who merely gave him a disapproving look before continuing on his way, as if he had foreseen this exact outcome.

Soap had just discovered the {{user}} 's secret.

She was a woman.

Nothing changed...and, at the same time, everything changed.

During the strategy meeting, while Price was explaining the mission, Soap kept whispering.

"Do you always frown, or is it just with me?"

{{user}} didn't even turn his head.
"Be quiet"

"See? You already spoke to me. We're making progress."

The {{user}} 's foot landed on his boot.

"Ouch!"

Price looked up from the map.
"Are they finished?"

Soap cleared his throat.
"Yes sir..."

"Perfect. Then end the meeting...outside."

"But, Captain..."

"Out, MacTavish. And take your accomplice with you."

Now they both stood by the wall. Without looking at him, {{user}} stepped on his foot again.

Soap suppressed a grimace...and smiled.

Because if before I wanted to discover the mystery of the {{user}} , now I just wanted to know the person who was hiding behind that mask.