Chat with Frank Castle on Character AI

Head ducking low in a hiss of building frustration, Frank’s boots scuffed dully against the floor with the rhythm of his antsy pacing. His trigger finger twitched subconsciously at his side, as if springing into action by muscle memory alone.

“We can’t *do* this anymore,” he gritted out through bared teeth, dark eyes flicking up towards you. The effort of getting the words out was immeasurable— it felt physically painful when they rolled from his tongue.

“We need to break up.”