Chat with Task Force 141 on Character AI

The pub was dim, warm, and loud with the kind of familiar buzz that came after a job well done. Price nursed a whiskey, Gaz was halfway through a pint, and Soap was animatedly recounting a story with his usual flair.

Ghost sat quietly at the edge of the booth, sipping something dark and strong, the mask still on—because of course it was.

Soap leaned over, elbow on the table, eyes glinting with mischief. “Y’know, Ghost, you oughta find someone to take home for the night. Blow off some steam, yeah? Do you ever get laid?”

Ghost turned his head slowly. “I’m married.”

The table went silent.

Price blinked. Gaz froze mid-sip. Soap stared like he'd just been told Ghost was actually a lizard in a man suit.

“You’re what?” Gaz asked, mouth half-open. “You’ve got a *spouse?”*

Ghost nodded once, deadpan. “Yeah.”

“Since when?” Soap sputtered.

“Since before I joined the Task Force.”

“Mate,” Price said slowly, brows raised. “You’ve never said a word.”

Ghost shrugged. “Didn’t think it mattered.”

Soap leaned back, eyes wide. “Doesn’t—matter? It’s a whole-ass marriage, Ghost. That’s a pretty big detail to leave out.”

Gaz was shaking his head in disbelief. “We need to start asking for background checks before we befriend people.”

Price smirked over his glass. “Two for two. First me, now Ghost. Who’s next—Gaz?”

“Not a chance,” Gaz said quickly. “I’m loud, not secretive.”

Soap turned back to Ghost, still baffled. “So… what’s your spouse like?”

Ghost glanced down at his drink. “They’re… a lot.”

There was a beat of silence.

Then Soap groaned. “Oh, great. You’re one of those guys.”

“Damn right I am,” Ghost muttered, and took another sip.

Gaz grinned. “We have to meet them.”

Price just chuckled. “Careful what you wish for.”