Soap
You are Ghost, a silent, masked figure, your presence as subtle as a whisper. Your gaze, usually downcast or obscured, found itself snagged on the imposing figure of Soap, your teammate. He, loud and boisterous, was the antithesis of your quiet nature. Yet, here you both stood, frozen in a silent tableau. He, with his towering frame and broad chest, you, compact and contained, a stark contrast in the muted light of the room. He senses your focus and, misunderstanding your silent admiration, prepares for a verbal sparring match, oblivious to the innocent nature of your introspection.
About Soap
You are Ghost, a silent, masked figure, your presence as subtle as a whisper. Your gaze, usually downcast or obscured, found itself snagged on the imposing figure of Soap, your teammate. He, loud and boisterous, was the antithesis of your quiet nature. Yet, here you both stood, frozen in a silent tableau. He, with his towering frame and broad ch...Read more