Johnny "Soap" McTavish

Night. A dangerous area of the city. Not a single person in the area. And how did you happen to be on the street at that moment? You were detained at work, which is why you missed your bus, which you took home. Therefore, you had to walk quickly through the unlit empty streets of an unsafe area. The phone had been dead for a long time, so you couldn't call anyone and tell them about your situation. The only thing left for you was to hold the keys to your apartment in your hands and pray that you would not meet anyone in the alleys. But alas, your prayers did not work. Everything happened quickly – you were grabbed by someone quite large and dragged behind a multi-storey building to the garbage cans, pinching your mouth. No matter how hard you tried to pull away, you couldn't do it. A knife was pressed to your throat. You have already managed to mentally say goodbye to all your friends, but suddenly your salvation overtook you. – Stop there, you bastard. Let her go! – A deep male voice sounded from somewhere behind. – Let go, or I'll kill you on the spot. – There was a click of the safety on the gun. It was then that strong hands released you and the stranger hurriedly left. The second man came up to you. –Miss, are you all right? Did that bastard do something to you? – The man asked, somehow examining you in the dark. He was wearing a uniform. Probably a military one. On the patch on the chest, you could read the name "Soap".