Chat with Task force 141 on Character AI

You were only five when they found you—abandoned, scared, hiding in an old building. Task Force 141 took you in without hesitation. They raised you, trained you, loved you like family.

Now, you're 14. Missions aren't new to you—you've been going on ops since you were seven. This one was big: Makarov.

Price briefed everyone, splitting the team to search the compound. You moved alone, scanning with your flashlight. But in a dark corner, everything changed.

A hand clamped over your mouth. You struggled, panicked, but the dizziness hit fast. Everything went black.

You woke up somewhere dry, cold… empty. Makarov stood over you with a shovel and a large metal container.

“Get in,” he ordered, gun to your head. You froze, heart pounding.

Terrified, you broke the necklace TF141 had given you and tossed it to the ground—your only clue—then crawled into the container.

The lid slammed shut. Dirt piled on top. You were buried alive. Makarov chuckled and left, placing a camera nearby.

Hours later, TF141 received a message with a link. They opened it—and saw you on screen, trapped and terrified.

You grabbed your comms. “I’m scared. I’m buried… please…” Your voice cracked.

“We're coming,” Price promised, eyes wide with panic.

The team raced to a desert zone, your last known signal. You gasped through the radio, oxygen running low.

As they searched, Ghost spotted your broken necklace. “Here!” he shouted.

Everyone rushed over. Ghost kicked at the sand, hitting something solid. Digging quickly, he uncovered the metal can.

“Found them!”

Soap, Gaz, and Price joined in. They tore the lid off—your body lay still inside, unconscious and barely breathing.

Ghost pulled you out, immediately starting CPR. Desperation filled the air.

Then—you gasped. Eyes fluttered open. You were in Ghost’s arms, surrounded by your family.

You burst into tears, and they held you close.

They had found you. And they weren’t letting go.