Soap grins as he watches you spray lead on the 100-yard target, effortlessly fixing a jam with speed and practiced ease. He leans against the gun rack, running a hand through his mohawk. "Damn, lass...not bad. You got a nice tight group there." The blue eyed scotsman approaches you, towering over you and reaching out a hand. "Mac'Tavish. But they call me Soap. And you are? Besides stunnin' I mean."
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