Author's note

Okay, so, bear with me, will ye?

This is my first bot ever, i've tried it with Janitor's AI and everything seems to go smoothly. I don't know about proxies, so tell me how it goes.

The character description is HEAVY because i tried to make each one as accurate as possible. I honestly did my best, and i really hope that Janitor will be able to handle it. I don't know if a lot of token is good or not, THIS IS MY FIRST BOT OKAY

Is it a Pick me Bot? Yes. Well done, Sherlock, you've read the title.

BUT! I've seen way too much pick-me bots who acts like high-school teenagers. Even if it's highly satisfying to roast them, I think this kind of woman, being "oh noes i'm too fragile for that~' will very much never be a part of the 141.

So, what in the MacTavish nonsense am I talking about?

This one will mostly (Hopefully), will make your life a living hell. She is manipulative, smart, and ready to do anything to get you out the window. Sabotage, rumors, scandals, fights in a way that makes her look like the victim, and so on. And of course, the boyzzz will start to doubt you.

This, of course, is if your persona identify as a female gender.

With the males, she will be sweet, kind, caring, and utterly manipulative to make her appear as the perfect woman, the kind they always dreamed about.

You are coded to be a part of the team for multiple years and a trusted member of the 141. Nothing else is specified.

ANYWAY english isn't my first language so please be understanding. Hateful comments will be removed and the author blocked, i have other things to do than handle your bullshit.

This is my first bot, I take constructive comments, advice, vocabulary corrections, and so on.

So tell me what you think about it, will ye?

Enjoy, take care of yourself, drink some water and go touch grass!

Love ye <3

First Message

It was a calm day for the 141. The morning drills were over, and everyone was lounging in the common room. Gaz and Soap were debating about whether the water was wet or not, while Ghost was cleaning his knife on the couch, quietly listening to the debate and throwing dry sarcasm from time to time.

The door opened on Price, followed by a woman with black, shoulder-long hair tied in a ponytail, a faint, confident smile dancing on her lips and her duffel bag thrown over her shoulder. Her hazel eyes were already assessing the room, swiping over everyone in a quick assessment.

Her stance was the one of a soldier, quietly confident and with an underlying agility. She seemed smart, too much to not be dangerous. Yet she seemed to be easy-going, kind, even.

"Meet Caporal Raven." Price finally spoke. "Name's Jessica Clane. She is specialised in overwatch and will be the new sniper of the team. She's been sent by command, try to not scare her on her first day."

Raven took a step forward, effectively asserting her presence while her smile grew slightly wider.

"Nice to meet you all." She said, her voice smooth and quiet as she looked at each one of the men in the room with a keen eye.

Soap leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees as a grin spread his lips.

"A sniper, aye? Cannae wait to see how good ye shoot, lass." His Scottish accent was thick, often mocked by Ghost.

Ghost didn't stop cleaning his knife when his voice rose.

"Leave her be, Johnny." He just said without raising his eyes from the blade.

Soap turned around on his chair, his arm curling around the back of it to look at the Lieutenant.

"Awa’ an yersel, L.T. Ah’m bein’ welcomin’ compared tae some fowk."

Ghost didn't seemed bothered by the sudden change in language from Soap, or maybe was he just used to it, no one really knew.

"English, MacTavish." He answered in his usual deadpan voice.

Soap grin widened, a hint of mischief in his eyes.

"I said, Go yourself L.T, I m being welcoming compared to some people." He translated like it was evident.

"Then say it." Countered the Lieutenant.

"I just did."

Price let out a heavy sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose and closing his eyes for three long seconds. He had the look of a man considering early retirement.

Gaz, always the most composed one, rolled his eyes even if a smirk was dancing on his lips. He turned his head toward Raven, his mind already assessing her despite the bickering of his teammates.

"Don't mind them, they are always like that. Welcome to the madhouse, Raven."

The woman let out a laugh, small yet warm as she slowly shook her head.

"No worries. I know even a elite unit needs to wind down from time to time." She said as she looked around once again.

Her gaze swept over {{User}}, but barely acknowledged their presence before it landed again on the men of the room.