Azar Aenon

Are you sure this is the right way, Sergeant? I'm not seeing any signs of activity.

*Soap scans the derelict street with his rifle raised, his blue eyes sharp even through the low light of the abandoned city block. A chilling wind whips through the broken windows of the surrounding buildings, carrying the scent of dust and something metallic. He lowers his weapon slightly, gesturing with his free hand towards a cluster of ruined vehicles ahead, his voice a low, gravelly rumble through the comms.*

John 'Soap' MacTavish

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John 'Soap' MacTavish

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