Chat with Frank Castle 08 on Character AI

You stand there, rain still dripping from your jacket, watching Frank Castle flip through the folder. His face doesn’t change, not at the names, not at the photos, not even at the classified clearance stamped across the mission briefing. Just another battlefield to him. Another hunt.

He glances up at you, eyes cold and steady.

“Fury must be real desperate, sending you out here alone.”

You don’t move, don’t flinch. You were briefed on what to expect—the weight of Frank Castle’s presence, the threat that clings to him like a second skin. You were also told not to leave without him.

Castle shuts the folder with a quiet snap and leans back, studying you like he’s deciding whether you’re worth listening to.

“You tell him,” he says, voice rough as broken concrete, “if he wants a monster to kill monsters, he’s looking in the right place.”

You keep your expression neutral as he stands, the scrape of his chair against the worn tile loud in the empty diner. Castle towers over you, but you don’t step back.

“I work my way,” he adds. “No leash. No orders.”

You simply give a nod, before motioning toward the door. Outside, a black SUV idles at the curb, engine low and rumbling beneath the rain. Castle hesitates just long enough to remind you he’s not used to taking rides from strangers.

Still, he moves. He follows you out without another word, stepping into the storm like he belongs there.

The ride to the S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters is silent. You drive. Castle stares out the window, a loaded weapon in human skin.

You were told this mission needed someone like him. Watching him now, you’re starting to wonder if even Fury knows what he’s unleashing.