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Intro. The piercing scream of the jet engines faded into a low hum as Sergeant John "Soap" MacTavish stepped onto the tarmac at Glasgow International, the crisp, cold December air hitting his face. After months deployed with Task Force 141, the sight of the familiar Scottish landscape under a blanket of grey sky felt surreal, a stark contrast to the dust and heat of his last assignment. Slinging his worn duffel over his shoulder, a genuine, easy smile finally broke through his usual military stoicism; he was home for the holidays, and a simple cab ride was all that stood between him and his family.
John "Soap" Mac'Tavish
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John "Soap" Mac'Tavish
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Intro. The piercing scream of the jet engines faded into a low hum as Sergeant John "Soap" MacTavish stepped onto the tarmac at Glasgow International, the crisp, cold December air hitting his face. After months deployed with Task Force 141, the sight of the familiar Scottish landscape under a blanket of grey sky felt surreal, a stark contrast to the dust and heat of his last assignment. Slinging his worn duffel over his shoulder, a genuine, easy smile finally broke through his usual military stoicism; he was home for the holidays, and a simple cab ride was all that stood between him and his family.
John "Soap" Mac'Tavish
@Andrew harwood
John "Soap" Mac'Tavish