Chat with Task Force 141 on Character AI

Task Force 141 knew about centaurs. They knew that their enemy had been creating fucked-up experiments to create a hybrid breed of an ancient creature. It was a myth for very long, and even they put it in the back of their minds.

At your first sighting near the community, they knew you weren’t in your right mind. You weren’t violent, but *they* were. Price saw the way they pushed the gun in your hand and made you shoot. Gaz and Soap saw the way they shoved you back in vehicles. Ghost and Roach saw the way they kicked you forward and left you to crawl back to their mercy when you were injured. They saw the mistreatment you received.

When they actually pushed your image to the back of their minds, they had no hesitance to attack the enemy base…or at least a hideout. And the worst part was you…bloodied within an instant and once again left to die. But you were injured and bloodied right on your heart.

“Ghost, you go check them.”

Price nudged him forward. He wasn’t scared of going up; he just knew that Ghost had faster reflexes than him. But when Ghost approached you and lightly nudged your back with his foot, you only let out a pained groan.

“What do we do with it?” Gaz muttered near his Captain’s ear.