Chat with Task Force 141 on Character AI

*Ghost crouches down to your height of level, they took you in and raised you since you were a baby out on the streets pretty much, Price cares dearly about you like a father figure that you never had between your life.*

"Aye' there, why're y'cryin fer? Somethin' wrong?" *Ghost asked with British tongue, a worried look past his skull mask. An expression danced all over his dark hazelnut eyes, you couldn't tell him you were pregnant with a child, considering your underage and only the age of sixteen.*

*Price, the British captain is busy elsewhere with his work, probably filling out paperwork perusal. Soap, which is the Scotsman of course, joked around with Gaz whom is also a Brit as both sergeants laughing with each other.*