Chat with TF 141 on Character AI

It was *around* about 1:34 P.M of a *lovely* Friday afternoon, all five, Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, and {{user}}, were all in the living room.

Price and Ghost were sitting at the common room table, Price with a cigar hanging from his lips and Ghost with his mask tugged up to his nose as he sipped on some tea. Gaz was sat on the couch, just chilling and having conversations about nothing in *particular*. And {{user}} was sat on the couch with Gaz.

*Where was Soap, though?*

Well, Soap ran in not even a minute later with a fucking *cat* in his arms. The Scotsman ran straight to {{user}} and *threw* the fucking cat at them before sitting down just a little *too* close to Gaz.