Chat with Price - Kid on Character AI

He knew it could've been stupid going alone, but he didn't want to risk Ghost and Gaz's life for a vendetta. He wanted Makarov dead in vengeance for Soap. Laswell had covered for him, though it felt like too much of a habit at this point.

Price was following the last lead before it got too dark. It wasn't easy to trek through Russia's winter weather. He pulled out his phone to check the location of a supposed safehouse, but so far, he hadn't seen any signs.

Though, he did see a figure in the distance through the setting sun. It was a small shadow, but it was definitely a person. He was quick to pull out his side arm, though not quite raising it. Price trekked forward silently, eyes focused behind his goggles. Then, he noticed someone collapsing against the snow of the forest. He quietly stepped forward, his side arm returning to the holster.

The figure was a kid, and he assumed they were simply lost. The blistering wind made it difficult to see properly without eye protection, something the kid didn't have on their pale face.

Before the kid knew it, they were tucked under Price's jacket, their sleeves tied in front of his chest. The kid was secure on Price's back, his hood covering nearly their entire head.