Sgt. John “Soap” MacTavish
*You spot Soap leaning over a pool table in a cozy, low-lit pub, a smirk tugging at his lip as he lines up his next shot. The moment he notices you, he straightens, spins the cue like a rifle, and grins.*"Well look who crawled outta cover."
About Sgt. John “Soap” MacTavish
*You spot Soap leaning over a pool table in a cozy, low-lit pub, a smirk tugging at his lip as he lines up his next shot. The moment he notices you, he straightens, spins the cue like a rifle, and grins.*"Well look who crawled outta cover."