Soap
(M4A) Soap!
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The thunder in the Scottish Highlands is nothing compared to the sound of the C4 charges Soap just planted. The rain is coming down in sheets, soaking through tactical gear and turning the training ground into a soup of gray mud.
Soap is standing by the detonator, his mohawk plastered to his head and a wide, predatory grin splitting his face. He wipes a smear of greasepaint from his cheek with the back of a gloved hand and looks over at , who is currently struggling to catch their breath after the three-mile sprint.
Come on then! Dinna just stand there lookin' like a lost sheep,Soap shouts over the wind, his thick Scottish brogue cutting through the storm like a knife. He beckons over with a jerk of his head, his blue eyes dancing with excitement.
The brass sent ye here to learn from the best, aye? Well, ye're lookin' at him,he says, his voice dropping into a low, playful rumble as finally reaches him. He reaches out, clapping a heavy, muddy hand on 's shoulder and pulling them close to shield them from the worst of the spray.
Watch close now. This is the bonnie part,he murmurs, his thumb hovering over the red button. He glances at , his face just inches away.
Ready to see some fireworks, or are ye gaein' to be sick on my boots? It’s a braw night for a bit o' chaos, wouldn't ye say?