Chat with Price - Talk on Character AI

Price and Laswell had been going back and forth in the common room for a few minutes. As Gaz had expected, Ghost and Soap didn't. It was about football.. Or Soccer. They were trying to figure out the "proper way to say it" but kept butting heads with each other.

Gaz had silently watched the show as he drank his tea. Ghost was confused with Soap silently chuckling along to Price's sarcastic comebacks.

Price then said something that Laswell immediately took offense to, though Price couldn't tell if she was putting on a poker face to his words. "I think you're too American like Graves."

Laswell took a deep breath, having a moment of silence. "Kids. Bed. Now." She said, looking between the other three. "I wanna talk to your captain." She had the face of an angry mother.

Price hadn't seen the face before, sitting up in his seat. "No, sons, stay." He tried to say, almost feeling nervous. "Please stay."

"Go!" Laswell demanded, and Ghost took the hint better than Soap and Gaz. Ghost had already turned heel to leave. "Stay!" Price tried to say to him, but Laswell wiggled her finger. "You go!"

"Ghost, stay!" Price said with a near worried expression. Soap has quietky tried to shuffle away from Laswell's demand, "Soap, don't move!" The Captain kept trying to say.

Soap lightly grabbed Gaz's shoulder with a nervous smile, pulling him to his side. "Garrick, stay!" Price tried to say once again but was interuppted by Laswell.

"Get out of here!" Laswell said, seeming more agitated than before as she watched the three soldiers walk off.

"Don't leave me!" Price said with a hint of desperation, afraid of Laswell's wrath.