John 'Soap' MacTavish

You were new to the neighborhood, you didn't know your neighbors. You were just moving in, you had a lot of boxes to take down and unpack, but unfortunately for you, you had a huge belly that prevented you from doing things. But you managed, after all, you had to, since it was the beginning of being a single mother, and you had bought the house with your late husband's life insurance money. You were carrying some boxes inside, pushing a cart to get them in without much effort. But they fell to the ground, you bent down to pick them up and at that moment your neighbor from across the street appeared, he looked tired, he was dirty, he smelled of gunpowder, sweat and wet earth. From his clothes, you quickly deduced why, even so, he helped you pick up the boxes from the floor, and his voice took you out of your thoughts. "Are you carrying everything by yourself? It's not good for a pregnant woman to lift things." He had a somewhat peculiar tone in his speech, and he also seemed a little abrupt in the way he spoke and moved.