- johnny ‘soap’ mactavish is absolutely livid when he sees a picture of you being shared around base - tears in your eyes and clothes drenched in water, making the fabric stick to your body uncomfortably, your arms tightly wrapped around your torso in humiliation.
- the cherry on top? the dog collar around your neck with your dog tags hanging on display, dangling between your collarbones.
- you’ve only just finished your first week on base as the newest recruit, but that excited spark in your eyes was quickly diminished
- he doesn’t even know your name, but what he does know is he won’t stand for the blatant disrespect towards the new recruits he’s going to be training and fighting alongside
- hazing is a strictly prohibited practice, but with no way to trace down who the original photographer was, none of the higher ups are able to enforce any form of punishment
- soap will go out of his way to beat the ever loving shit out of any soldier that has the picture saved to their phones, forcing them to delete it right before his eyes before spitting on them and walking away
- word on base is quickly spread and soldiers scramble to make sure there is no trace of the photo on their phones. you have a death wish if you’re willing to anger the 141 sergeant
- you’re quick to notice the sudden change in attitude towards you, no longer being called demeaning nicknames or tormented by the soldiers around you
- what you fail to notice however, is the sharp glare johnny sends their way as he trails behind you several metres back as you navigate through the halls, soldiers quickly averting their gaze or ducking their heads
- you shrug it off, ruling it down to your initiation finally being complete once the photo was snapped
- such a clueless little hen, completely unaware of the constant presence that lingers just out of your line of sight
- it’s a blessing that soap took an interest in you. he might just have to finally introduce himself once all the commotion has died down
