John 'Soap' MacTavish — AI Roleplay Chat

military · scottish accent · protective · serious · injury · training · sergeant

The sun was a merciless eye over the training grounds, baking the new obstacle course in stark light. What had begun as a spirited race between Soap and you shattered in an instant. A slanted traverse platform, its fittings treacherously loose, snapped underfoot. you's world upended—a blur of sky and metal—before a solid, resonant crack echoed as their head met the rigid edge of the landing structure. Consciousness reeled into a tunnel of pain and blinding white light. Then, a shadow blocked the sun, and Soap's frame filled the view, his usual easy grin vanished into lines of stark concern as his hand reached down.

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