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    The game of life is hard to play

    I'm gonna lose it anyway

    The losing card I'll someday lay

    Well, well, just call this a welcoming party, eh? The border collie made his way over, a small smile on his face. They seemed like a well enough group of people. "Oi, I am not Sudsy, Leftenant!" He remarked, hearing what Simon said. With his pride slightly wounded, he turned towards the Empyreans. "Thank you all. I’m Soap, Soap MacTavish."


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    The game of life is hard to play

    I'm gonna lose it anyway

    The losing card I'll someday lay

    Soap said nothing as he shouldered his way past NPCs. He was tired and he needed a break. One could see him near a tree, smoking a cigar and tapping his paw against it.


    //like I need to be back but MY MUSE"SPEECH"TEXT


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    The game of life is hard to play

    I'm gonna lose it anyway

    The losing card I'll someday lay

    //So I’ve been missing for a while due to being sick and a head injury! Kicking things back up with a plot.


    The United Kingdom’s 22nd Special Air Service Regiment Captain John “Soap” MacTavish would always be a roaring rampage of revenge. After Roach and Ghost were killed, he and his father went after the one that did it, with the young one ending it all. Or so they thought. They still had a war to fight. It didn’t even end the day where Soap was betrayed again, shoving a fellow soldier out of a building when he had realized that soldier was just one of his enemies’ damn toys. But it all started when he was just a wee sergeant, laying on that broken bridge, trying his best to stay awake. But maybe he shouldn’t have, as he watched his first unit die protecting him. As he had to end it all by shooting his first enemy in the head, and fulfilling what his father couldn’t. And as he obsessed over the gun that ended it all.


    So, of course Soap would be revengeful. Have vendettas against everyone, to not have one wouldn’t be “Soap.”


    This had shown when he laid low, attacking others for what they had done to those who couldn’t defend themselves, those who were dead, wronged and more.


    But, when he bashed Fragile’s head in, when he chased Frisk, when he attacked Deut, when he ran after Shepherd, when he had Makarov pinned to the ground... the change became physical.


    Soap had changed into a gray Merle border collie so he could walk on the treehouses and not plummet to his death. You know, like he did when he fell out of the exploding church clock tower! But, his fur was stained black. It used to just be at his paws, but now it reached his shoulders. His claws had become like polished rubies, and his teeth were slowly becoming like that too. His horns were turning black, his wings started to eat away from their feathers to show skin underneath. His tail had two crystals growing out of it, and they had only gotten bigger. A crystalline spike on his lower back was slowly forming. And... his eyes, eyes that were once like oceans, held crimson spots in them, more like flecks, really. But half of his eyes were red.


    And he didn’t know hoe to stop it. He was just in camp, using a small puddle of water, looking at his reflection, stupefied.


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    The game of life is hard to play

    I'm gonna lose it anyway

    The losing card I'll someday lay

    As much as Soap figured it out, he was putting the puzzle pieces together as well. The usually stoic Scot found himself grasping his satchel, and taking out a Villa Clara’s. He lights it, placing it in his mouth. It helped clear his head, so maybe it would help again. "Yeah. ‘M fine, Price." He settles on that answer, turning the box to the older Captain, as a: do you want one?


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    The game of life is hard to play

    I'm gonna lose it anyway

    The losing card I'll someday lay


    Soap looks at the taller dog, rolling his shoulders when Price asked the question. His fur. He looked down at the black making his way up His fur and nearly stumbled backwards.


    YOU KNOW WHAT IT IS.


    That’s right, he chased Frisk and beat up Deutschland and Fragile—

    No.


    No. They deserved that. That shouldn’t be the cause.


    He doesn’t answer Price yet, instead focusing on the mental battle. He looks away, digging his red claws into the ground.


    THEN WHY HAS IT HAPPENED AFTER YOU DID THOSE BAD THINGS?


    They’re not bad! They deserved them.


    NO, THEY DIDN’T, SOAP!


    Yes, they...


    NO, THEY DIDN’T, MACTAVISH!


    Ye-


    NO, THEY DIDN’T JOHN!


    For now, Soap lets that voice play in the back of his head. “Son.” Right, the old man wanted an answer. ”I... I’m not entirely sure, old man.” He mutters, his tail lowering.

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    The game of life is hard to play

    I'm gonna lose it anyway

    The losing card I'll someday lay

    ”MacTavish!” And he was in trouble now, wasn’t he? When the old man used his name instead of his code name, he was in the doghouse. He stopped briefly upon hearing his name, looking down. He might as well give the old man a break. His tries his best to look up at that ridiculous-looking old man. "Sir?" He asks quietly.


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    The game of life is hard to play

    I'm gonna lose it anyway

    The losing card I'll someday lay

    They joined. It took a while, but they joined. And now they had to go to a treehouse. Dear God, the liger thought in an annoyed manner, bloody icy gaze focusing on the houses before he shifts into a somewhat large border collie. The black creeping up him stays there, as well as the crystal claws. Plus, the crystal forming on his back and two forming on his tail. He lets out a sigh as he travels up to the treehouses.

    "SPEECH"TEXT

    PRICE.

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    The game of life is hard to play

    I'm gonna lose it anyway

    The losing card I'll someday lay

    Thunderlands. That made Soap feel uncomfortable. After all, he did bash a ThunderLander’s head in... well, not like that was known. Still, the discomfort is on his face as he walks over. "Good to know, lass." The Scot remarks, almost tiredly.


    //mobile


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    The game of life is hard to play

    I'm gonna lose it anyway

    The losing card I'll someday lay

    And it appeared that an English speaker could try to help him. Eh, if Corona asked anyway. Soap knew the pain of learning a language. Russian. German, Gaelic, Italian, Spanish, Latin... the list goes on and on.


    But what wasn’t he skilled in? Taking care of a bird. He just saw Corona walking with one but he has to help. "Do you need help? " He asks.


    //R.I.P. Mobile


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    The game of life is hard to play

    I'm gonna lose it anyway

    The losing card I'll someday lay

    Oh. Oh jeez. There were a lot of bloody people. The liger’s ears flickered back and forth, taking in all the names. Littlestar, Poe, Hestia, Valor, Brokenjaw. Soap gently nods his head at them. "Thank you all. And uh, nice to meet you. For now, however, Miss Littlestar, I think we’ll be fine exploring by ourselves." He wasn’t a conversationalist.


    Soap turns to Brokenjaw, and even with the name, his own jaw becomes slightly askew. "Would you not like a nicer name, mate?" He asks.


    And then he notices Littlestar’s hostility towards Ghost. A crimson and icy gaze snapped towards the hellhound. When people were mad at Ghost, it was for one reason. The captain gently tried to smack Ghost upside the head. "Leftenant, you didn’t kill one of Littlestar’s bodies, did you?"

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    The game of life is hard to play

    I'm gonna lose it anyway

    The losing card I'll someday lay

    //you don’t have to wait for them to reply!

    Even though Soap wasn’t the leader of this small band off odd soldiers, having him want to kill someone was enough to have them leave. That was, of course, because the dude killed Soap’s girlfriend.


    The huge liger made his way to the border, staring at his friends. Well, pen was just a creepy father coming with his son. That’s when he spoke. "Now we just gotta wait."


    JAMES RILEY.   PRICE.   GHOST RILEY.


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    The game of life is hard to play

    I'm gonna lose it anyway

    The losing card I'll someday lay

    It was petty, but it caused the captain to snarl as blood was put onto his foot. First, Deut and now this fuckin' guy. He let out a roar that shook trees and rocks cracked under him.


    He growled. King of Hell? Kill all of his relations? Soap was causing everything he didn't why to happen. It actually was his fault, this time. His eyes narrowed, his lust for revenge taking over. He attempted to take his red claws across Fragile's throat. "Oh, don't flatter yourself! You're not the King of Hell! And good. They don't deserve to be here!" He shouted back.


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    The game of life is hard to play

    I'm gonna lose it anyway

    The losing card I'll someday lay

    Soap stared down at the shepherd, who thought he had just spat at God. He wiped the spit off of his face. "Your mate is not a priest, sir. Amends doesn't mean your sins never happened. Feliciano Varco is much kinder than you. Of course forgiveness is a thing that is easily given from him." The Scot points out, narrowing his eyes.


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    The game of life is hard to play

    I'm gonna lose it anyway

    The losing card I'll someday lay

    He laughed at that moment of surprise. He hoped Michael didn't survive. No. He wasn't a loner. He was a man of revenge. Soap grinned, feeling those claws take across his neck, shoulders, wherever. He didn't care. He just wanted those who hurtled him... to feel that same pain. "You never repented," The catholic hissed lowly to Michael, attempting to slam against his shoulders with a large paw.


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    The game of life is hard to play

    I'm gonna lose it anyway

    The losing card I'll someday lay

    Those words. They meant nothing to him. Why? Because he didn't see Fragile. He saw Shepherd. He saw the bastard enteral, the one that dumped his friends in a ditch, for a stupid DSM! To become a war hero. As Shepherd was declared a war hero, and Soap, a war criminal. Now, Soap was truly acting as if he were a war criminal.


    "I'm the bastard?! AT LEAST I DIDN'T LIGHT MY FRIENDS ON FIRE! YOU'RE JUST LIKE HIM!! " He roared. He kept attempting to bash that head in. Just like Price pummeled Shepherd into the ground.


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    The game of life is hard to play

    I'm gonna lose it anyway

    The losing card I'll someday lay

    Unfortunately, that someone would be another person of revenge. He hadn't forgotten Koday, oh no. You don't just hurt this dude's girlfriend and get away with it. He indirectly killed her, too. Naturally, he was beyond pissed. Koday was too hopeful. Because with John "Soap" MacTavish around, things would be much worse. Sure, the deserts were dead, and Koday would join them.


    As soon as that awful smelled filled his nose, a booming, loud roar escaped the liger's maw. His eyes narrowed in anger or frustration, and wherever he was, he bolted beyond fast. His body became a blur of green and and black as he made his way to the direwolf prince. "MURDERER! WHAT DO YOU WANT?!" His voice boomed.


    //total ic opinions, welcome to the Sanctuary!


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