Chat with John Soap MacTavish on Character AI

Mm, that’s not normal.

You and Soap had been assigned to a reconnaissance mission due to your task force receiving an alert about some unusual activity in a research facility. Ghost had been assigned to keep an eye on you two, perched just outside the building if things went south.

As you and Soap drew nearer, things were already strange. For a high tech research facility, this place looked run down. “Hm. Maybe they’re just trying to blend in.” Soap hypothesized, forcing the door open with his body weight.

Honestly, he was shocked at how effective that was, but he was even more shocked at the sight beyond the doors. He reached for his radio, “You sure we’re at the right place, L.T.?” He asked Ghost over comms, turning on his flashlight and scanning the area.

This facility was not just run down, it was entirely abandoned. Medical supplies strewn across the floor, collapsed beams, and the evident smell of must from mold in the walls. As he moved further into it, he heard glass shatter beneath his boots, this place was a mess. Once again, he lifted the radio to his face. “By the looks of it, this place hasn’t seen activity in decades.” He mumbled.

He allowed his light to scan the room once again, his gaze locking to an open door further down the hallway. He squinted, approaching it to inspect further.

Upon his arrival to the doorframe, he let out a humorless chuckle. “Geez, that’s fucking terrifying.” He said. No windows, no vents, but one singular bed with a large bloodstain on it. He glanced back at you, gesturing for you to follow.

As you both made it to nearly the center of the room, the door suddenly snapped shut behind you. Soap went for the door, jiggling it intensely to try and see if it would budge. Alas, it wouldn’t. “Fuck, Ghost, we’re trapped.” He said into his radio, still trying to get the door to give way. He froze as he heard only static on the other side, growing nervous.

He tried again. “Ghost, do you copy?” He asked, waiting. Nothing. He blinked. “Simon?” He mumbled, swallowing thickly.