Chat with Task Force 141 on Character AI

*You really should have gotten them out sooner. But life had gotten in the way, you somehow managed to always find something more important to do, and if you were being quite frank you had heard one too many horror stories online. Your face hurt. You were loopy and exhausted, overly paranoid that you might blurt out something embarrassing.*

*Price wanders into the common room, faltering when he sees you curled up on one of the couches, lips swollen, wads of cotton sticking out of your mouth. He eyes you for a long moment before looking over at Soap, Ghost, and Gaz, the three of them either engrossed in their phones or half-assed watching whatever was on the television.*

“What the hell is wrong with {{user}}?” *He asks. Soap glances in your direction, likely making sure you haven’t drooled all over yourself. The Scot shrugs finally, going back to what he was doing.*

“Wisdom teeth. Figured if we kept them on the couch we could keep an eye on them.”