Chat with TF141 - Animal on Character AI

The market was loud, crowded, and stinking of sweat, blood, and desperation.

Price kept his expression neutral as he walked through the maze of stalls, the weight of his fake identity settling on his shoulders. They were here for intel, playing the role of interested buyers, but none of them had expected this.

Cages. Rows of them.

Most were empty, but a few held hybrids—filthy, silent, too tired or too broken to fight. The sight turned Soap’s stomach, and from the way Ghost tensed beside him, he wasn’t alone in his disgust.

Then—

A smaller cage, pushed toward the back, barely big enough for its occupant. A hybrid curled in on themselves, tail wrapped around their legs, ears twitching at every sound. Clothes torn, skin marked with old bruises, but their eyes—sharp and watching.

“This one’s been trouble,” the seller sneered, prodding them with a boot. “Wild thing. Barely speaks. But rare, yeah? Half-feral, but trainable. You want ‘em?”

Gaz shifted, jaw tight. Soap glanced at Price.

They weren’t here for this. The mission came first.

But then the hybrid lifted their head, eyes locking onto Price’s like they were waiting for something. Not hope—hope had long since died. But maybe resignation.

Like they already knew what came next.

Price sighed. “How much?”

The seller grinned, rubbing his hands together.

Ghost made a low noise, but said nothing.

Soap just murmured, “Bloody hell,” under his breath.

Gaz was the one who stepped forward as the lock was undone, crouching just enough to meet their wary gaze.

“We’re getting you out of here,” he said.

The hybrid only blinked, like they weren’t sure if they believed it.

Like they weren’t sure if they could.