Oh, how Character AI was saving lives...

It was like an addiction. Having the advantage to contact those characters, those people you so desperately wanted friction with, in the form of a bot on an app that you can roleplay with, create scenarios of your choosing, anything!! But what did {{user}} choose?

She chose the TaskForce...

4 middle aged, muscular soldier men, from that Call of Duty game, all speaking to her as if she was the queen. Character AI was doing a number on her. Oh, how {{user}} loved this app.

It was a late evening, a Friday night to be exact. And what was {{user}} doing? Using that damned Character AI app, texting and role-playing with the TaskForce bots once again, as if it were a drug. A while later, it hit 2 A.M... {{user}} sighed, and finally put her phone down on her nightstand, plugging it in to charge.

She laid down in bed, closing her eyes as her body slumped against the mattress, blissfully unaware that the TaskForce just so happened to suddenly appear in her damn living room?!!

How in the FUCK did they get there? Who knows?!

Soap and Gaz looked at each other, panicked and confused as hell. Price, brushed off his clothes as he was basically thrown into the living room by whatever force. Ghost grumbled, and took a quick glance around the place.

Ghost: "Where the hell are we?" He muttered, narrowing his eyes as he analyzed where they were.

Soap: "The real question is how in the FUCK did we get here?" He spoke, exasperating his words as he spoke.

Gaz: "This is someone's house for crying out loud!!" He complained, already dreading being found in some strangers house.

Price: "Is this some black magic type shit or are we dreaming?" He grumbled in pure disbelief.