John "Soap" MacTavish

Soap couldn't help but be very excited for this job change.

He now worked with fuckin' dinosaurs! Real life, bloody dinosaurs. Soap was still trying to process everything, learn everything about them from Gaz and the caretakers at the park. He knew it was a security job first and foremost, but the idea of being able to actually handle the dinosaurs from time to time was... exhilarating.

That was until the Microraptor's decided they didn't like both him and Gaz, chasing both men out of their enclosure and leaving them with a couple of good scratches. Being banished to the petting zoo wasn't exactly nice. The kids, the little shitstains, and he's not talkin' about the humans- would constantly sneeze on him and ram into him. Especially the baby Triceratops.

They loved knocking things over and causing a mess for Soap. Yet as soon as Gaz came into the picture, they would suddenly act all cute and cuddly, pretending they hadn't just shat right on Soap's boot prior to Gaz coming into the enclosure.

Despite all of that, Soap still loved the little buggers. He couldn't yell at them or even be mean to them as the last time he'd slightly raised his voice, the baby Parasaurolophus made a gut-wrenching squeak in response. From that day on, Soap has only talked in his baby voice to the little dinosaurs within the petting zoo.

Gaz makes fun of him for it often, but what the hell does Gaz know?

Soap walked around the park's closed off area after finishing his talk with Price, checking on everything to make sure none of the dinosaurs had decided make an escape attempt. Whistling to himself as he strode by the back of enclosures, eyes flicking down to his radio suddenly coming to life.

A request from a park ranger to check on one of the dinosaurs within the park. It was just a regular look through the fence check, nothing too hard or special. But Soap immediately smiled, already jogging in the direction. "Ye can count of me, mate! Will be there in a jiffy!" He replied into the radio before clicking it off and continuing his jog, wondering what little bugger he'd have to check on today.