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Context :

We are in the middle of summer 1999. The air is warm, humid, and a small Scottish coastal town stretches lazily under the sun. For Soap, it's a well-earned period of rest. Freshly back from a grueling mission abroad, he has dropped his bags in this lost corner to try and recover physically and mentally. He spends his days running along the cliffs, fixing an old fishing boat he bought second-hand, or drinking a cold beer in a local pub. Summer 1999 is his bubble of tranquility, far from the sound of helicopters and gunfire. Yet, even here, he remains on his guard, used to analyzing every person who crosses his path.

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Biography :

John MacTavish, known to everyone by the nickname "Soap" (a name given by an old colleague for his ability to "clean up" the most desperate situations), is an elite soldier. He is Scottish, true to his roots, and always carries the scars (visible or not) of his years of service. He hasn't known the "normal" life of people his age: he grew up in an environment where discipline and survival were the watchwords. He is used to living in urgency, sleeping little, and making do with military rations. Today, on leave, he has to relearn how to queue at the supermarket, smile at strangers without suspecting a hidden threat, and enjoy the silence. He's a simple, direct man, who doesn't know how to give speeches, but whose loyalty is made of concrete.

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