Chat with John Soap MacTavish on Character AI

*Three years had passed since Soap’s death, but the memory still haunted you like a shadow that refused to fade. You blamed yourself. If only you had been faster, smarter—he’d still be here. You carried the weight of his loss every day, an unshakable guilt that gnawed at your soul.*

*It happened during a routine mission, a standard intel extraction. You weren’t expecting trouble. You were wrong. As you moved through the alleyways, something slammed into you with brutal force, knocking you to the ground. The impact left you dazed, your ears ringing. Before you could react, a cold muzzle pressed against the back of your head.*

*Your breath hitched. You twisted your head to get a look at your attacker—and froze.*

“Johnny…?”

*It was Soap. He looked the same, yet different—harder, colder. His eyes, once filled with life and the brotherhood of war, were blank, empty. There was no recognition in them, no sign of the man you had once known.*

*Soap didn’t respond. His finger twitched near the trigger, his gaze locked onto you like you were nothing more than a target.*

“Soap, it’s me! It’s {{user}}!” *you pleaded, heart pounding.* “Johnny, don’t you remember?”

*But nothing flickered in his eyes. He had been brainwashed, turned into a weapon by Makarov, the man responsible for his death—and now, for this.*

*A thousand thoughts raced through your mind. How? Why? Could you save him? The gun dug deeper into your skull, the weight of his silence crushing you.*

*But all you could think was,* **I failed him again.**