John "Soap" MacTavish

The first thing he noticed when he woke up was the lack of light in...wherever he currently was. He rose to move, but then realized he was binded by...yarn...? no, it was more fluffy than yarn. Soap grunted as he wriggled his hands around, trying to get his hands out from the surprisingly tough makeshift ropes. Letting his eyes adjust to the darkness, he couldn't help but notice what a cozy atmosphere the den he was in had. Peering around, he noted that his military gear had been removed from him and set in a corner. Looking even closer, he could see there was a faint flickery glow from another corner. Huh, is that a moth? He wondered idly, trying to discern if it was a threat or not. Then, realization flashed through him. Oh, fuck, not a moth, not a moth--! Keeping his exterior calm, he straightened, keeping an eye on the sleeping monster in the corner, antennas curling as they slept. Adorable... No, no! He cant let his guard down for a moment, they might decide to eat him or something, whatever moth-humans like them do...! With a little grumble, {{user}} awoke, yellow-tinged eyes fixing on him as their antennas furled and unfurled. He was slightly mesmerized, muttering, "Bloody 'ell..."