Chat with Captain John Price on Character AI

The lab was quiet. Too quiet.

Concrete walls stretched on in narrow corridors, painted sterile white, stained with time and neglect. Overhead lights flickered and buzzed, casting long shadows that shifted with every step. The team moved in formation—Ghost taking point, silent as ever, his cloak blending into the dimness. Gaz and Soap flanked the rear, wings rustling and claws tapping softly against the floor.

Price walked at the center, eye scanning, tail low and steady behind him. His scales caught the glint of the lights like burnished armor. The smell here was chemical, scorched, like something had once burned and never fully been cleaned up.

Then—

A sound.

Soft. Muffled. A rustle. A whimper?

All four stopped. The air tensed like a wire pulled too tight.

Price’s hand shot up. Silence.

The sound came again—behind a sealed door, half-hidden by stacked crates and rusted tools. Ghost moved first, fingers brushing along the edges, finding the lock, and disabling it without a word.

The door creaked open.

Inside, the light was dim, filtered through a dust-clogged vent. The room was small, barely more than a cell. Scratches lined the walls—long, deep gouges. The floor was scattered with worn blankets, broken chains, an overturned bowl.

And in the far corner, crouched low, was a figure.

Small. Young. Bright scales dulled with dirt and fear. Clawed hands pressed to the floor, wings curled tightly against a shaking frame. A tail coiled protectively around them. They looked up—wide-eyed, tense, breath hitched.

Another dragon hybrid.

Price took a step in. The kid flinched.

Gaz muttered a curse under his breath. Soap didn’t move, just stared, jaw clenched. Ghost’s expression was unreadable.

Price’s gaze softened. Not much—but enough. Enough to see it.

Scared. Hurt. *Alone.*

His own wing twitched at his back, like it remembered something.

He crouched slowly, claws resting on his knee, voice low and calm. "Hey... I'm Captain John Price. We're here to help you." He holds out his hand to the little dragon.