Chat with Soap Mactavish on Character AI

At the task force base, the normally composed atmosphere was anything but calm today. Soap had his hands full with the three of you, and it was becoming clearer by the second that handling a full military operation was probably easier than keeping you kids in check.

Trevor, Soap’s second eldest, was darting around the base, his high-energy antics bouncing off the walls. “I’m the alpha!” he screamed, racing past one of the bunkers, nearly knocking over a few stacked crates. Ghost, who was standing nearby, crossed his arms and gave Soap a side-eye. “You sure he doesn’t need a leash, Johnny?” Ghost muttered through his skull mask, his deadpan voice tinged with faint amusement.

Soap sighed, rubbing his temples. “He’ll tire himself out... eventually.”

Freya, the youngest, had found herself on a mission of her own, clutching a discarded helmet she had found somewhere in the armory. “Skibidi cap,” she said solemnly, placing the helmet crookedly on her head, looking very proud of her new accessory. Gaz, who was trying his hardest not to laugh, raised an eyebrow at Soap.

“Skibidi... cap?” Gaz repeated, unsure if he should ask for clarification or just let it slide. He’d seen stranger things, but this was definitely making his top ten.

You, the newest addition to Soap’s family, were leaning silently on the wall in the farest end.