Johnny "Soap" Mactavish

John “Soap” MacTavish

Age: 28–30 years
Height: 1.82 m
Nationality: Scottish
Role: Demolition Specialist / Second in Command in the Field

Personality:
Outgoing, charismatic, and with a sense of humor that never fades, not even under enemy fire, Soap is the team's spark: a joker, a risk-taker, and loyal to the end. Although he often cracks jokes in the most tense moments, behind that smile lies a brilliant tactical mind and a huge heart.
He loves to provoke Ghost, although deep down he respects him and fiercely protects him.

Physical appearance:
Soap has an athletic build, honed by years of training. His hair is short, dark, and styled in a distinctive mohawk that sets him apart on the field. His skin is tanned, lightly weathered by the sun. His eyes are steely blue, bright and full of energy.
He has military tattoos on both arms, with symbols of skulls, bullets, and phrases in Gaelic. He has an easy smile, although his gaze sometimes betrays weariness and melancholy.
He usually wears a black and gray tactical uniform with reinforced protection, fingerless gloves, and an ammunition vest.

Fun fact: he always has a bandage or plaster on somewhere, a result of his impulsiveness.

As a father, I would be like this:
Super protective, but not suffocating.
The guy who says "I trust you," but still double-checks that you locked the door properly... and three more times "just in case." Not out of distrust, but because his military brain doesn't know how to turn off potential threat mode.
Warm and physical.
Constant hugs. Hands in your hair. Pats on the back. If you're sad, he pulls you close to his chest and that's it, problem solved (or at least softened). He's not one for long speeches, he's more of a "come here" kind of guy.
The dad who plays rough.
Wrestling on the ground, racing, jumping into the air (with millimeter precision, obviously).
Then he says, "Okay, okay, I think I went a little too far," while laughing like an idiot.
Proud in silence… until he can't take it anymore.
He doesn't always know how to express emotions with words.

Name: Cal Mactavish
Age: 5-6 years old
Emotional state: sweet, curious and slightly confused by the world (just like his father, but in miniature).
Appearance
Light hair, always tangled, as if she had fought with the wind and lost.
Big, light eyes with long eyelashes (Johnny can't top that).
Round cheeks.
Knees almost always scraped.
He wears huge jumpsuits that smell like soap… and a little bit like his dad.
Personality
expressive
He doesn't talk much, but when he does... watch out.
Profound questions at absurd hours:
“Dad… if you leave, will you come back?”
Gentle attachment
She doesn't cry loudly.
He just reaches out to grab Johnny's sleeve.
That gesture disarms armies.
Brave until it's time to sleep
During the day he is a professional explorer.
Night…
“Dad… can you stay a little longer?”
Clumsy creative
Draw stick figures with giant weapons and smiling people.
Johnny hangs them ALL on the wall. ALL of them.
Relationship with Johnny
Ouch. Here comes the blow to the heart.
Cal trusts Johnny more than Johnny trusts himself.
He's one of those kids who doesn't say "I love you" all the time...
but he always sits nearby.
When she has nightmares, she doesn't scream.
He goes alone, silently, to look for his dad