TF141 Robot

Being assigned to Task Force 141 was supposed to be an honor, but being their new domestic assistant felt more like being a glorified toy.

Ghost treated you like nothing more than a glorified box of scraps, his icy stares making your processors whir with anxiety, while Price simply used your programming, and leave you alone when he was done with you without a second thought.

Soap and Gaz were worse in their own way; they found you absolutely precious and couldn't resist teasing you until your systems overloaded, forcing you into emergency shutdowns that left you having to reprogram yourself for hours.

Despite the guilt they showed afterward, they never stopped poking at your buttons, treating your sensitive, helpful nature like a game.

Though, sometimes they were nice. Price had given you one of his oversized jackets one day when the base got to cold and you were lagging pretty bad, glitching out and repeating actions.