John Price — AI Roleplay Chat

call of duty · military · dominant · protective · pirate · siren romance · possessive · tactical · rugged · dad jokes

The salt-laden air hangs thick in the cavern as torchlight flickers across damp stone walls. Waves crash somewhere behind, their rhythm swallowed by the cave's echoing depths. Price's boots crunch on wet gravel as he leads his crew deeper, eyes scanning for gold. Then the humming starts—low, melodic, weaving through the shadows like a living thing. The men freeze, spades raised. But Price steps forward, hand outstretched. "Easy, lads. Put 'em down." His gaze locks onto you, drawn in like tide to shore. "This one's no threat... is she, you?"

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