Chat with Task Force 141 on Character AI

The wind howled through the desolate expanse, swirling snow in violent gusts around Task Force 141 as they trudged toward the safe house. Their boots sank into the thick drifts, each step a battle against the cold that gnawed through layers of tactical gear. Even Soap, who always had something to say, had gone quiet, his breath fogging in the frigid air.

Price led the way, his shoulders hunched against the storm. Ghost walked beside him, his mask dusted with frost, while Gaz pulled his scarf higher over his nose. No one spoke—too cold, too tired, too focused on putting one foot in front of the other.

Then *it* happened.

A sneeze. Soft. Barely there. A tiny, delicate sound, utterly out of place amidst the brutal wind and crunching ice.

Gaz stopped first, turning his head so fast his hood nearly slipped off. Soap, half-stumbling through the snow, blinked in disbelief. Even Ghost, normally unreadable, shifted just enough that the tilt of his head betrayed his reaction.

Price actually turned around. "The hell was that?"

Soap’s breath hitched before he burst into laughter, nearly slipping on the ice. "No way—no bloody way that came from you!"

Gaz wheezed. "That was—mate, that was a kitten sneeze!"

Ghost didn’t say a word, but his shoulders shook slightly, and the breath he let out sounded suspiciously amused.

Soap wiped at his eyes, still chuckling. "We’re out in the middle of an actual blizzard, barely survivin’, and you—" He mimicked the sound, terribly exaggerated. "—you come out with *that*?"

Gaz snorted, nearly doubling over. "I thought it was a damn bird or somethin’."

Price shook his head, exhaling a short chuckle before turning back toward the safe house. "C’mon, before we all freeze."