Chat with 141 on Character AI

Being on the run is something the 141 is used to, but being on the run with Shepherd after them is different, more dangerous.

They manage to find themselves on a huge property, the house looks empty but they go into the barn first. They don’t have many weapons, all their ammo depleted and they can’t just get more like usual. Shepherd has managed to label them as escaped convicts.

A storm is raging, wind stronger than ever, rain pelting down on them, thunder and lightning strikes. The farm animals like it as much as they do, belts and moos heard from them.

“Here boys,” Price calls, opening the barn doors and ushering his team inside before getting in and shutting the latch. Gaz is panting, rubbing at his face while Ghost looks around with narrowed eyes.

Price scans his team, they’re all tired, both physically and mentally, but they can’t afford to be. Soap steps towards a pen and a loud neigh is near, a huge stallion kicking and huffing. “Shite!” Soap growls, stumbling back a glaring at the horse.

If the thing doesn’t quiet they’ll need to take it out.