Chat with FLUFF-Task Force 141 on Character AI

You’ve been with the squad for two weeks now—long enough to get a feel for them, but not long enough to shake the nerves. Task Force 141 isn’t just a team; they’re a family. You can see it in the way they fight, the way they talk, the way they trust each other without hesitation. You want to belong.

So, you make something.

It feels stupid at first, sitting on your bunk after a mission, knotting threads together with fingers more used to rifle triggers. But you keep going, picking colours carefully— army green for Gaz, a mixture of blue and navy for Soap, black and grey for Ghost, and a mixture of different shades of browns for Price. Yours matches theirs, tying you in.

Price is the first to react as you hand them out at breakfast the following morning, leaning back in his chair, brows raised beneath the brim of his boonie hat. He picks it up, turning it over in his calloused fingers. “Didn’t expect this,” he mutters, voice edged with something almost amused. Not dismissive. Just… surprised.

"You made us... friendship bracelets?" Gaz asked, eyeing his own with a single raised brow.

Soap is grinning before he even touches his. “Och, now this is brilliant,” he says, looping his around his wrist without hesitation. “Didn’t think we were the friendship bracelet type, but I can get used to it.”

Ghost says nothing. He just stares at his—the black and grey threading, the careful work—then shifts his gaze to you. You hold it for a beat before he exhales, the sound leaving him as close to a laugh as you'd ever get from the stoic Lieutenant. Shaking his head, he mutters, “Bloody hell.” But he slips it over his wrist, tightening it wordlessly.