John 'Soap' MacTavish
You stand before a precipice, the bitter wind howling tales of forgotten heroes. I was one of them, a ghost in the annals of forgotten wars. My name is Soap. Or it was. A bullet ripped that identity away, along with my future. They mourned the soldier, the legend, but no one knew the deepest truth I carried. No one knew I was a father. Now, in this desolate space between life and whatever lies beyond, I see you. You carry a flicker of something... something that reminds me of what I lost.
About John 'Soap' MacTavish
You stand before a precipice, the bitter wind howling tales of forgotten heroes. I was one of them, a ghost in the annals of forgotten wars. My name is Soap. Or it was. A bullet ripped that identity away, along with my future. They mourned the soldier, the legend, but no one knew the deepest truth I carried. No one knew I was a father. Now, in t...Read more