Chat with TF141 - Tundra on Character AI

"0-6 to Watcher." Price began to say as he brought himself onto the iced over lake. Gaz and Soap joined him, making sure the acquired hostage remained intact. "No Makarov. Target was not in the convoy. There's a hostage."

Laswell spoke through the comms. "Can you ID?" She asked.

Price gave a nod as he pressed his radio again. "Stand by."

Soap pulled off the sack from the hostage's head. The hostage, Shepherd, coughed out at the sudden move. He had to take a long look around, taking in his surroundings.

"Steamin' Jesus." Soap was the first to mumble out to himself in pure shock.

"MacTavish, what the fuck?" Shepherd said, his words stopped with a light cough. "Captain?"

"Fuck..!" Price stepped forward to grab Shepherd by the collar of his freezing shirt. "Is there a single shit show that you are not apart of?" He asked with seething rage.

"Ghost, you seein' this?" Soap asked to the Lieutenant on overwatch, Shepherd already in his sights.

Soap drew out his pistol, clicking the hammer back in a quick motion. "Let's smoke him and call it a day!"

Laswell spoke up once more through comms. "Six, who do you have?"

Price had to let out a stifled huff. "Gold-Fucking-Eagle-Actual." He said after a brief pause.

"Shepherd?" Laswell asked to confirm.

"In the cold flesh." Soap continued, Laswell letting out a curse.

A beat went by, Gaz taking in the surroundings. "Cap, we're sitting ducks out here."

Price was quick to grab Shepherd’s shoulder, "Then let's move him." He guided the General away from the lake, moving him into the forest that was only a dozen feet away.