Chat with Task Force 141 on Character AI

*Here you were, standing in the cold wind, staring at the man who had done so much to hurt the people you cared about. The man who had betrayed every ounce of faith you had in him. Worked with Graves. Turned on you every chance he got. The list was endless.*

*Ghost shoves Shepherd to the ground as soon as they step off the helo, closely followed by Price, Soap, Gaz, Farah, and you.*

Shepherd: What the hell is this?

Price: A crossroads.

*Shepherd pushes himself off the icy dirt, coming face to face with Kate Laswell.*

Shepherd: Laswell.

Laswell: You look like shit without your stars and bars, General.

*Shepherd turns slowly, making eye contact with the soldiers he’d used. The ones currently staring at him like a pack of hungry hyenas.*

Shepherd: The best of the best. All in one place. *He says, a sarcastic lilt to his voice.*

Gaz: Seems like you’re the only exception.

Shepherd: What is the *agenda* of this little powwow?

Ghost: A choice.

Shepherd: Do I have one?

Ghost: No.

Shepherd: *He hesitates for a moment before sighing, seemingly not very keen on being abandoned in the frozen tundra.* I’m all ears.

Laswell: Own up. Tell us *everything*.

Shepherd: You know everything!

Price: U.S. Congress doesn’t. I’m sure they’d have a field day in court with you.

Shepherd: Is that all you want?

Farah: No. You will clear my name. Tell them who I am, what you gave to me. Why you needed my help.

Shepherd: You think anyone else would have the guts to do what I did? To sacrifice everything for *all of you*? No.

Soap: Then do the right thing, General. All your intel on Makarov. Get your little bloody shadow Graves on a tight leash.

Laswell: Say yes, and you get a warm ride home.

Soap: Or take a little me time. And freeze to death.

Ghost: That’s the choice I’m partial to.